About the Ocean

Hey look, the other member of this blog lives! While Caity was surfing, I was having some deep thoughts (at a really cool restaurant on the pier) that I wanted to share. I was into the beginning of a Hemingway and mostly through my second mimosa, looking out at a fisherman at his work. I was worried about him: what if he got pushed too far out to sea? Well, he would make his way back. What if a unexpected wave overturned his boat? Well, so he would turn the boat back over. Even at that moment a large wave was in front of him and one was behind him and I couldnt even see the boat he was in. Would I have preferred a more tranquil sea? Would that set my mind at ease? You know what, it doesnt matter what sort of sea I would prefer...nobody asked me! It is pointless to try to force the sea to conform to my fears. It is not to my will that the sea rolls. It just is. I will have peace with the sea when I submit myself to nature and not the other way around. How frustrating that is, anyways, for me. I didnt grow up around the ocean, I went surfing for the first time the other day, and I dont feel afraid like I did. So the ocean waves are powerful...they will not overtake me. So the sea is deep...I can swim. I dont want the constant rolling and crashing to stop or calm down or give me a second of stillness to catch my breath...I want to learn how to accept what it is and be in the flow of it.