beach bummed

i'm staring at the glimmering shore as the sun sets while i type this.

no, not really. i'm actually staring at my phone's keyboard making sure i'm not fucking up on what i type. the beach is there, it's beautiful. i would have been typing this while i stare at this had i had a laptop. but fuck it, i'm on holiday. my brain ought to have less to think about.

the whole point of me being in one of the beautiful beaches in the world is for me to rest my weary soul. i've been pretty damn bludgeoned by the past couple of years, while i'm well aware that a couple of days of rest and relaxation won't undo any damage, it'll help put things in perspective. and that's the best i could do. we really can't do anything about the past anymore, and really it's becomes a matter of reframing our reaction to the reality.

and life is on the beach pretty damn lovely.

there's something freeing about floating on seawater, being carried by the currents that return you safely back to the sands. there's something so serendipitous about suddenly finding yourself staring at the clear blue skies that seem to extend until the ends of the earth, you're not exactly lost in the seeming nothingness of the cloudless heavens that may make you feel small, but you're exactly where you are supposed to be. there's something so wonderful about watching the setting of the sun, and how beautifully golden everything becomes in the brief period before it makes way for night where the darkness of space is lined by several stars spread all throughout its vastness.

did anyone slip something in my drink while i was away?

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