What I have forgotten is how important it is to actually go in the water when you go to the beach. [1][2] I haven’t gone in the water for three years, ever since that time I went by myself to Puerco Beach and let the massive waves pummel me, leaving me gasping and breathless. Contemplating the infinite ocean and its instrinsic power just seems to put everything into perspective. I guess I’ll figure out all this bullshit someday, even though that day is not likely to be today.
disordered thought processes
hidden in the seeming chaos is beautiful, elegant order—at least, I hope that's true.
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