There's simply nothing as beautiful, therapeutic and relaxing as the beach; at least, that's my opinion. It may or may not be factual but it's what i believe wholeheartedly.
It's my comfort zone. My happy place. My me place. Whether it's alone or with friends or relatives the reverence still stands;I simply choose to share it at times (so if I ever invite you to the beach do consider yourself spesh (special).:) lolz.
It calms me, soothes my sore muscles after many a long tiresome stressful hair-pulling day. It somehow reminds me that there is new hope and strength to face another day. I can't pinpoint just what does the ultimate trick but I'll highlight a few contributors.
- The scenery- The fundamental design or definition is enough to make me melt. Water meets sand. A beautiful and serene interface. Smooth (usually) soft, silky sand. It may feel a bit eeewy when it's moist and stuck between your toes but I love it just the same!
- The ocean- so wide and limitless, it reminds me just how minuscule the problems that seem so gigantic on land really are. Who created this everlasting body of water? There has to be a supreme being, an entity whose power and capacitiy must surely surpass the weight of problems I carry around.
- The wind- Even on the hottest of summer days, there is usually a listless move of air enough to caress my skin and dry the cloak of salt-rich water droplets after a quick dip. (N.b for the life of me I cannot swim...what I really do in the water is another kettle or school of fish :D)
- Sun- I HAVE to go to the beach when the sun is out. A perfect day at the beach is incomplete without bright sunshine beaming through wispy cumulus clouds against a warm blue backdrop. Those who know me know that I love sunshine, for want of a better explanation, I thrive on solar energy and this peaceful energy completes the package of my Happy Place.
Throw in some some good food, quaint rocks or coconut trees and then you'll have to drag me on the floor when it's time to leave:)
That being said, do you have a happy place? I think everyone should, even if it's not physical...it could be a place, thought or memory in your head. A 'man cave' (or 'woman cave) of some sort. Your very own get away from the sometimes crazy run-away train of life when things are moving are moving a tad bit or waaaay too quickly for your liking or not in accordance with that which you deem ideal.You run there or crawl there when on your last breath or when hanging on your last thread of that tightly wound rope of inner strength. I don't wish for your rope to snap or for you to fall arms flailing and legs sprawled at unreal angles, i'm only suggesting there is an option.
People often say 'hang tight'...that is sound advice but, in the event that your hands burn from callus formation on your hardworking palms that have been holding on so very long, here's another option. A Happy Place. Gently lower yourself. Don't jump! Or at least not without clearly identifying just where you are going to fall. Create an escape cushion to cushion the many falls of life; (not everyone has enough gluteal muscles to soften same :D lolz).
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