Forgotten Shore (The Tide Within Trilogy, #2) (eBook, ePUB)
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He thought the sea would quiet him. But even after crossing the horizon, the noise returned - softer now, hidden beneath the rhythm of waves. Peace, he learned, is not a place you reach. It's what remains when you stop trying to arrive.He had run far enough to see that movement was not escape but mirror. Every tide he chased carried a question back to him. Every calm morning after the storm whispered the same truth: you are the storm and the stillness both.There were days he almost understood it - sanding a board smooth, watching the sun bleed over water. Then the old ache would rise again, th...
He thought the sea would quiet him. But even after crossing the horizon, the noise returned - softer now, hidden beneath the rhythm of waves. Peace, he learned, is not a place you reach. It's what remains when you stop trying to arrive.
He had run far enough to see that movement was not escape but mirror. Every tide he chased carried a question back to him. Every calm morning after the storm whispered the same truth: you are the storm and the stillness both.
There were days he almost understood it - sanding a board smooth, watching the sun bleed over water. Then the old ache would rise again, that quiet hunger for control. It was easier to move than to surrender. Easier to chase the wind than to let it pass through him.
But the sea was patient. It kept teaching him in salt and silence, in motion that looked like rest. And slowly, the man who had run from everything began to learn the only lesson that mattered: that stillness isn't the end of movement - it's its return.
He had run far enough to see that movement was not escape but mirror. Every tide he chased carried a question back to him. Every calm morning after the storm whispered the same truth: you are the storm and the stillness both.
There were days he almost understood it - sanding a board smooth, watching the sun bleed over water. Then the old ache would rise again, that quiet hunger for control. It was easier to move than to surrender. Easier to chase the wind than to let it pass through him.
But the sea was patient. It kept teaching him in salt and silence, in motion that looked like rest. And slowly, the man who had run from everything began to learn the only lesson that mattered: that stillness isn't the end of movement - it's its return.
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