As we walked back towards the shore, I heard someone say, “I hate this.” They just happened to be talking about coming out of the water with nothing on but a bathing suit, but those few words made me think of something very different. Suddenly it seemed so poetic to me that on one of our last days we would encounter the beach.
The beach of all places had come to represent this trip at that moment for me. You get dressed and ready and head for the water. You walk through what seems to be miles of sand until you hit this body of water that looks like it wants to envelope you. It’s cold and overwhelming at first, but as you go further and further away from the safety of the shore, you get used to it all. Used to the tidal waves, to the brine, to the temperature and the threat of sharks that may come. But then as soon as you get comfortable, and as soon as you start to really enjoy it, it is time to go. And so you walk back to the sand smelling of brine and clenching your teeth from the chilling winds hitting your salt water skin.
How interesting is it that three people walking so close can have thoughts that are so far from the others? Coming out of our oceanic wilderness her thoughts were the on difficulties of transparency while, while mine were centered on the pain of goodbye and his were on God knows what. Probably something equally as polar. We will never be here again. We will never be the same people in the same place and the same moment under the same circumstances again.
How much of my experience I would have changed if I could? Probably not much, but no one can ever say for certain. It’s so important to live each moment fully, because you never know when it’s your last.
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