To my dearest Yang,
There is the ocean: powerful, immense and raging. During a certain period of time, the ocean hadn't experienced calm. Always being affected by the moon, the wind, the earth... too much had agitated her. The ocean thrashed about, abusing the shores she lay against with its mighty waves and thunderous roars, shattering rocks and shifting sand about. The sea-life seemed to vanish, washed out onto shores unknown by the constant thrashing, leaving the ocean alone. Still she thrashed and raged, even more-so as the days went on and the nights brought the moon's gravitational pull. Until, one day, the moon spoke to the ocean. "Why do you toss and turn so, my dear?"
"Because I'm alone" replied the ocean.
"But I am here, aren't I?"
"Only sometimes, but I am always alone."
"The sun visits you every day as well. The stars, the clouds, the rain... we are all here."
"Then why do I still feel alone?"
"That is something only you can know." With that, the moon turned away as it does and daylight came. The ocean continued to rage.
"Sun, why am I alone?"
"You're not alone. You have all of us, even the creatures of the sky" replied the sun.
"But all that lies within me has abandoned me. I am empty. I no longer sense the joys and glee of those who lived within my waters."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Only time will tell if they are to return." and with that, the sun turned and it was night once more. The waves crashed and boomed against the shores. The moon was nowhere in sight, and only the stars shown bright in the darkness.
"Stars, what can I do? You shine so brightly within the night sky, like the fish that once lived in my waters... surely you may know where they have gone?"
"With all your thrashing, they have left or were thrown onto shore" They replied.
"How can I get them to return?" Asked the panicked ocean.
"Only time will tell." And with that, the stars gave way to clouds, which blocked the suns rays. The ocean's waters hissed and sprayed in irritation.
"Clouds, you move across the skies today, but sometimes you do not. What makes you return?" Asked the ocean.
"When the sun grows calm and less hot is when we draw near. It is easier for us to handle, you see."
"Will the same be true for my fish?"
"Only time will tell." and with that, the clouds dissipated and it was night again. The moon peeked in on the ocean as a crescent, her reflection dancing on the still waters.
"I haven't seen you so calm in days, dear."
The ocean was silent.
For the ocean waited... and while she waited, she listened within herself for something. Something more than the silence that echoed within the deepest of trenches. But the more she listened, the more she heard her own waters washing against the sand, the more she felt the rippling waves being caressed by the wind... The ocean became aware of herself.
And sure enough, with time, the fish returned. And the octopi, and the starfish, the coral, and the jellyfish... and joy returned to the ocean.