A strange question it may appear... but let me ask it anyway.
Have you ever adopted a tiny part of this universe—or, to be more realistic, a particular place in the city where you live—as your own? I guess, knowingly or unknowingly, everyone has a special place like this at some point in life.
As children, these spaces are very pronounced and visible to all. It may be the unused corner of a room where one takes refuge after being scolded, or the shade of a tree in the garden where one rushes after finishing homework. The list is endless. As we grow older, these places become divided into different spaces for different moments. Some are public and formal, while others remain deeply private and personal.
There are many such places. They may be the café where friends meet, a quiet corner shared with someone special, or simply a spot where one goes to sit and reflect.
The last one is what I was referring to at the beginning. Physically, you may not own that particular place. It may not even be public property. Yet, in some quiet way, you can still adopt it spiritually.
The attached images are of my piece of sea and beach that I had adopted while I lived in Kuwait. It is a tiny stretch along the Gulf Road corniche where we used to go for walks and jogs. I had adopted that little piece of sea, along with its tiny beach, as my own. Sometimes it would disappear completely beneath the water; at other times it would reveal its glistening sandy shore. Oddly enough, I used to feel disappointed whenever someone else occupied my little place.
This is where I would go from time to time and sit on the fence with my legs hanging over the water, reflecting on life... the present... the future... and sometimes the past...
