'NYC Fit Living'

  Welcome to a story for those seeking a shore in a world full of waves. They say every soul is born with a vessel—a fragile raft woven from memories, names, roles, and stories. We spend our lives sailing on it, believing it to be I Am. This man did too. He charted his course through life, certain of the captain he thought he was,  secure within his sturdy wooden identity. But one day, as all seekers do, he leaned too far into the world of distractions— and slipped. Not into water… but into himself. Suddenly, he was in the ocean, not merely on it. This ocean was not made of saltwater— but of thoughts. Endless. Restless. Ancient as time. A wave of memory swept him backward into what was. Another threw him forward into imagined futures. North and south, east and west— he spun through currents of regret and hope, fear and desire. For the first time, he realized: The ocean was not outside him—it was him. His breathing became shallow. Every thought acted as a riptide, dragging him ...