Lake Michigan: A Pseudo-Ocean 🌊😲

I once counted the waves with friends by the shore, and I could feel the icy water of Lake Michigan by simply crouching down.🧘 ♂️🛣️ Every time I come to Chicago, I recall what my geography professor said: the Great Lakes are so vast that their water levels, waves, 🤫and tidal rhythms are almost identical to those of the ocean. The notion that "a lake big enough is a sea" is both spine-tingling and oddly romantic, causing some profound truth in my mind to collapse with a bang. 😂🌿 🌊😲When Lake Michigan (inches ever closer to) the form of the ocean, when the five hundred billion tons of freshwater before me breathe in unison with the Pacific Ocean, do the boundaries between the ocean and the lake still exist? 😩 When something mimics another to the extreme, can it truly become the thing it mimics?🤫😭 When humans are being overly sentimental, they just love to find metaphors in life, and I start wandering in my thoughts again. ♂️🛣️ If a person spends their entire life diligently living a concrete, worldly existence, putting on a show of being engaged with the world, can they truly accumulate a few warm moments of human connection? 💧💧 If two people's encounter encompasses all forms of love, are they actually closer to the truth than any 🏔️metaphysical concept of "love"?🌿💚 🌺Before the illusions of the sea surge back and then ebb away, I can't seem to figure out these questions. 💧On nights when the sky is dotted with stars, some faces grow increasingly blurry in my memory. #Chicago #UrbanScenery #TravelRecommendations🌿