I used to be terrified of water — I swore I’d never touch it again. Then one day, I saw the most beautiful beach I’d ever laid eyes on. It was so breathtaking that, for a moment, I forgot my fear. I wondered what it would feel like to swim in something that perfect even knowing it could drown me. And I gave in — not because I wasn’t afraid but because the beauty felt worth the risk. But once I was in, I realized I was drowning — slowly and silently. Not because it was cruel but because it didn’t care. It stayed untouched while I struggled. That’s when it hit me : even it seems like the most beautiful thing ever doesn’t mean it couldn’t hurt you — some things just aren’t meant for you.