let me remind you

late saturday night, i screamed at the ocean and in that action, i exorcised my frustrations. i blamed the ocean for all and every unfortunate thing ever to become under the sun. then, i ran into the waves (the shallow ones), throwing my fists at the ocean - intimidating it - yea, that's what i was doing. of course, it was all in vain because not long after i kicked the ocean, i stepped into a dip and fell face forward into the water. it was all too funny (minus the wet clothes). i knew i was provoking a powerful beast and despite the fact that it could kill me, all it did was trip me and remind me how small i was. the ocean's got a sense of humor too, i guess.

so fun are the days of unabashed youth and so freeing are these exercises of absurdity, especially when everything around is so serious and when all those things want to define you.

i love that i spent all day saturday at the beach and that we conked out and napped mid-sunday, only to bum it on the couch the remainder of the weekend. i love that i ran towards the ocean holding ben's hand and i love that he checked on me at the bar, "hey, you" even though we've been together for some time. i love that my work is not my life and that living life is not my work, even as i'm passionate about both. i love that there are differences in all things imaginable because only those things will make me better and only those things will refine the different. i love that i can scream and scream at the ocean. how else will i remember the foolishness of me and how else will the ocean remember the person that truly loved it?