The Ocean Watches

Stop Chasing and Become the Thing Everyone Else is Frantically Swimming Toward

Look, I’m about to tell you something that’s going to piss off every hustle-culture guru, manifestation coach, and LinkedIn influencer who’s been telling you to “chase your dreams” like you’re in a motivational poster designed by someone who’s never experienced a single day of crippling anxiety:

You stop chasing currents; you become tide itself. Everything you desired drifts to your shore, unhurried, obedient.

And I KNOW what you’re thinking. You’re thinking this sounds like spiritual bypassing written by someone who just discovered incense and has never paid rent. Stay with me. Because what’s actually happening here is way more interesting than another Instagram quote about “divine timing” posted by someone whose idea of divine timing is checking their phone every eleven seconds.

Your Nervous System Is Basically a Drunk Toddler Running a Fortune 500 Company

Here’s what’s been going on in your body since approximately age three:

Your amygdala has been running a 24/7 operation called “CHASE EVERYTHING OR DIE” with the management skills of a GameStop employee during a Black Friday stampede. EMERGENCY PROTOCOL FOR EVERYTHING. Someone looks at you weird at the coffee shop? THREAT LEVEL: APOCALYPSE. Opportunity appears? GRAB IT BEFORE KAREN FROM MARKETING GETS IT FIRST. Possible romantic interest glances in your direction? IMMEDIATE STRATEGY SESSION AT 2AM INVOLVING TWELVE IMAGINARY CONVERSATIONS.

Meanwhile your actual body, you know, the meat-suit you’re piloting through existence, is just trying to digest lunch. And your amygdala is like “NO TIME FOR DIGESTION, LINDA. WE MIGHT BE DYING.”

Plot twist: Chasing is your sympathetic nervous system on a cocaine bender it didn’t consent to.

You’re trying to attract things while your body is literally screaming “THREAT! PANIC! CONTROL EVERYTHING OR PERISH!” Which is like trying to seduce someone while simultaneously running away from them screaming about your childhood wounds. Hot? No. Effective? Also somehow no.

Here’s the part that’s going to make you want to throw your phone:

Every time you chase: clients, love, money, validation, that person who left you on read, you’re radiating a frequency that essentially says “PLEASE LOVE ME I’M DESPERATE AND ALSO I MIGHT DIE IF YOU DON’T RESPOND.” And the universe, being the absolute COMEDIAN that it is, responds with: “Oh, you’re chasing? Cool, cool. Let me just... put everything you want juuuuust out of reach. For the plot.”

The Quantum Physics Part (That Sounds Fake But Isn’t)

Okay, here’s where shit gets WILD and also somehow more real than anything you learned in school:

When you’re chasing, you’re frequency-reactive. You’re a wave getting absolutely TOSSED around by every other wave: your mom’s opinion, Mercury retrograde, your bank account, that text that said “we need to talk,” the economy, your ex’s new relationship, the fact that everyone else seems to have their shit together except you (they don’t, but we’ll get to that).

You’re basically a ping-pong ball in a hurricane, responding to EVERYTHING, controlled by CONDITIONS, exhausted by Tuesday, and wondering why manifesting isn’t working even though you visualized for SEVEN WHOLE MINUTES.

But when you become tide? You’re frequency-generative.

You become the FIELD that other fields entrain to. You’re not trying to match everyone else’s energy like some kind of spiritual chameleon with abandonment issues. You ARE the energy that everything else starts matching because it has no choice. Physics demands it.

The ocean doesn’t wake up and check what the weather’s doing to adjust accordingly (unlike you checking your ex’s Instagram at 3am to see if they’re thriving without you, but we’re not unpacking that right now). The ocean IS the thing weather responds to. The ocean literally pulls the MOON. The moon! That big glowing space rock! And it doesn’t even TRY.

This is coherence. This is magnetism. This is your nervous system finally getting the memo that it’s allowed to stop sprinting toward a finish line that keeps moving.

The Part Where I Tell You What to Actually Do (Because Wisdom Without Protocol Is Just Poetry)

Signs your nervous system is chasing instead of being tide:

• You’ve checked your phone 38 times since breakfast and it’s 9am

• You’re writing emails at 11pm “just to stay on top of things” (you’re drowning, bestie, that’s not the top)

• There’s been a knot in your stomach since roughly 2019 and you’ve named it Brenda

• Your idea of relaxation is doom-scrolling Instagram while calling it “research”

• You can’t remember the last time you exhaled without your chest feeling like a hostage situation

• Your body thinks “rest” is a rumor invented by people who don’t have your responsibilities

• You’re reading this right now and already thinking “OKAY BUT HOW DO I BECOME THE OCEAN FASTER”

Can you BELIEVE your nervous system? It’s like, “We have decades of trauma and one (1) therapy session. LET’S REVOLUTIONIZE EVERYTHING BY THURSDAY.”

Here’s the actual protocol (and it’s annoyingly simple, which is why everyone skips it):

Somatic Practice:

Place your hands on your womb or hara, that space in your lower belly where your body has been storing every “don’t trust yourself” message since your aunt told you that dress was “interesting” in 1997.

Inhale for 4. Exhale for 8.

And as you breathe, here’s what you’re ACTUALLY doing underneath the woo-woo language:

You’re training your nervous system to remember it’s allowed to be the ocean. Slow. Deep. Wide. Inevitable. Not frantically swimming like someone just yelled “SHARK!” Not desperately grabbing at passing driftwood. Just... existing with such fullness that everything else gets pulled into your orbit like you suddenly became the gravitational center of your own life.

Feel yourself becoming slower, deeper, wider.

Let your body feel inevitable, not in that toxic positivity “I’m SO abundant” way that makes you want to punch a vision board, but in that ancient, cellular, “my ancestors survived ACTUAL PREDATORS so I can survive Karen’s passive-aggressive Slack message” way.

The ocean doesn’t TRY to pull the tide. It just DOES. Because it’s the fucking ocean. It doesn’t have a morning routine, a productivity hack, or a podcast about optimization. It just... IS. And everything responds.

(Meanwhile you’re over here with seventeen journals, four apps, and a crisis about whether you’re “doing it right.”)

What This Actually Means When You Have Bills and Problems

Stop chasing clients, love, outcomes, opportunities, validation, or literally anything that’s been making you feel like you’re one strategic breakthrough away from finally being enough.

Become the ocean that lovers, creations, and money are drawn to. Which sounds mystical until you realize what it ACTUALLY means:

Refine your signal: Get so clear on who you are that your frequency is unmistakable. Not “authentic” like a personal brand. Authentic like you finally stopped editing yourself mid-sentence and people either get it or they don’t, and both are fine because the ocean doesn’t give a shit if some boats prefer lakes.

Tend your waters: Stop letting every opinion, trend, algorithm, family member’s concern, or momentary panic pollute your field. Your nervous system is not a democracy. Not everyone gets a vote. Some people need to get VOTED OFF THE ISLAND of your energetic attention.

Let what is truly yours find you: Which will happen automatically once you stop radiating “PLEASE LOVE ME I’M CHASING YOU” energy and start radiating “I’m here, I’m full, I’m inevitable, and honestly I’m kind of busy being the ocean right now.”

And honestly? This is the most EFFICIENT thing you could possibly do. Chasing is exhausting. You know what’s not exhausting? Being a magnet. Magnets just SIT THERE. They don’t hustle. They don’t have a morning routine. They just magnetically attract shit because that’s what magnets DO.

This is a nervous system upgrade that makes your entire life feel like you finally learned the cheat code everyone else forgot to mention.

The Deep Mystical Layer (For Those Who Want to Go Full Witch)

The ocean is the Great Mother. The Akash. The deep subconscious. The eternal womb. The thing that held you before you had a name and will hold you after your LinkedIn profile expires.

To become tide is to surrender to your primal intelligence.

Not your strategic intelligence (that bitch is tired). Not your productivity intelligence (she’s been running on anxiety and cold brew since March). Your PRIMAL intelligence. The one that knows how to breathe, digest, heal wounds, and grow a HUMAN FROM SCRATCH without a single YouTube tutorial.

You don’t need strategy. You need rhythm. Ritual. Breath. Sound. You need to stop living like you’re supposed to out-think the ocean and start living like you ARE the ocean and the ocean has never, not once, needed a business coach.

The ocean watches, it does not grasp. It does not chase. It does not post thirst traps hoping the moon will notice. And all things come. Because that’s what happens when you stop trying to control life and start BEING the force that life organizes around.

The moon literally has no choice. Physics MAKES it respond to the ocean. That’s the level of magnetism we’re talking about.

The Collective Timeline (Because We’re All in This Mess Together)

Look around. Everything built on extraction, grinding, hustling, chasing, and “crushing it” is actively collapsing. The systems that told you to work yourself into dust for a retirement plan you’ll be too tired to enjoy? Crumbling. The relationships built on performing instead of being? Ending. The entire “chase or die” paradigm? Having its final season and honestly the writing’s gotten BAD.

We’re watching the rise of tidal power right now. Feminine intelligence. Magnetic sovereignty. The return of people who remember the ocean in their blood.

As every extraction-based, grind-until-you-collapse, prove-your-worth-through-suffering system starts falling apart (and it IS, just look at literally anyone’s mental health), a new Earth emerges. And it’s being led by the people who stopped performing urgency and started embodying inevitability. The ones who quit the race and became the finish line.

Final Transmission (The Part You’ll Screenshot)

These are not metaphors. These are frequency codes.

Every line you just read is a timeline portal, encoded with its own breath, posture, emotion, and magnetic law. You can choose to embody this and watch your entire reality shift. Or you can go back to checking your phone every ninety seconds and wondering why nothing’s landing.

The ocean doesn’t wonder if it’s doing it right.

The ocean doesn’t have imposter syndrome. It doesn’t check if other oceans are oceaninig better. It doesn’t worry that it’s not oceaning fast enough or that its ocean technique is off-brand.

It just pulls. And everything, EVERYTHING, responds.

The moon. The tides. The ships. The swimmers. The fucking WEATHER. All of it bends to the ocean’s rhythm without the ocean ever asking permission or sending a follow-up email.

So stop being the wave getting tossed around by every passing storm. Become the tide. And watch what drifts to your shore.

Unhurried. Obedient. Inevitable. Like you finally remembered you’re not the one chasing life. You’re the one life reorganizes itself around.

🌊✨

Now put your damn hands on your belly, breathe like you finally got the memo that you’re allowed to stop running, and watch what happens when you remember: You were never the wave. You were always the ocean. The wave was just… a cute phase you went through while you figured that out.