After a whole week of sun, sand and sea, my life is back to normal. Escaping this city life was a truly blissful experience, and i wish i could have stayed at that paradise for a little longer. Walking along the deserted beach with nothing but the sand beneath your feet, the sky above your head, the boundless Pacific ocean to your left, and the gently rolling hills to your right, all your troubles just melt away. The white washed shores, the untamed ocean waves, the carefree clouds, it was all so amazing. There are no words to describe the feeling of seeing just a single trail of footprints leading from you into the horizon. You know how in the ending of Shakespeare in Love, you see a lone girl walking into the distance along a deserted beach? Well that's what it felt like.
And as soon as i return to auckland, all my anxieties resurface. My troubles, like the polluted air, hangs thick within my chest, weighing it down. The pressures of city life once again agitates my mind - love, career, and health. Isn't these 3 issues the root of all our problems? Finding the perfect girl, finding the perfect job, finding the perfect body image - our constant desire and need to achieve what society has deemed the vital components to "true happiness".
There were no girls at that bach, nor toned bodies on that beach, or well paid jobs in that sea. Just a bunch of bros, imperfect awkward bodies and a whole colony of scallops. Yet i was happy. So happy. Sitting down to a delicious meal with my friends that we caught and cooked with our own hands, there is no feeling better than that. I truly felt i was a part of something.
Even if it all turns to shit now and my life goes downhill from here, i will always think back to that deserted beach and the lone figure walking along the sand, trailed by a single set of footprints that disappeared into the distance, and i will feel alright. In the face of such majestic natural beauty, all my petty troubles seem...well... petty.
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