When life is confusing and doesn’t seem to make sense, I refer myself back to the ocean. It reminds me that it doesn’t really matter what I think or feel, life has a way of moving on and working itself out. Like the ocean flows without any human intervention. I can lie back and float, or I can struggle, tire myself out and drown. I’m floating right now, waiting for things to flow back to making sense, at least for the time being. But I am grateful that I am healthy, safe and free. So are my loved ones, and what is more important than that?