I came to the ocean

Fort Funston camps right below Ocean Beach at the end of the Great Highway and, geographically, at the bottom left corner of San Francisco. Lots of dogs and their owners congregate in these parts, but not many venture down the rocky, muddy slope, which takes one down to the shore. With the towering cliffs, shielding one from below, and the abandoned gratified, concrete structures from World War 2, the beach feels desolate. Therefore, I came here on Friday to get away from it all.

Packs of crows danced hundreds of feet above me and one hawk soared in the wind. The sun was dropping and in about thirty minutes it would disappear. Just like how’s there’s a constant cycle of ocean water flowing in and out, another day was flowing out for a new one to come in. With that, I drifted down the beach, with the water engulfing my feet and the clean, ocean air purging out my mind.

I fell into a pattern of taking life too serious, or rather, attempting to make my life more serious. This behavior that I clenched on to may be influenced from social-conditioning, but it rests more in the self-centered space of the inherent ego. I can trace back my rooted thoughts of finding purpose or passion to senior year of high school, when we needed to pin down our future academic endeavors in college. I recall scrolling through the long list of majors, and nothing struck me as my calling.

These thoughts would fade away, but always resurfaced now and again. Nevertheless, it wasn’t until these past six months that I actually had an extensive period to sit, contemplate, and analyze a future career or life of purpose. With my clinging to label myself as someone, I clenched life with both hands and hoped to strangled an answer out of it. Well, to my disappointment or rather, my ego’s, my search failed and was recently aborted.

At this point, I disregard the notion that everyone has an innate life purpose. In fact, I’ve dumped several of my past beliefs. I picked them up when I was in a fragile place, weak and down and dispirited. Nowadays I scan around the internet and notice that a lot people, who are hurting, hang onto spirituality or religion. These sources of truth attempt to provide facile answers and remedies to a complex, mysterious life. We all want the answers. We all want the truth. But I’ve discovered it’s better to relinquish these needs, and instead, embrace the mystery of life.

I mounted a long, windy staircase, which was engraved in the cliff, and peeked back at the Pacific Ocean. The ocean runs to the horizon, and, to my knowledge, there’s no more answers out there than here. With that, I came to the beach not to find anything, but rather, to discard what I’ve picked up.

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November

I pulled up to the oceanfront parking lot. The beach was inhabited for the most part–it was a Tuesday afternoon–which made the appearance more than inviting. I slipped my Vans off and dug my toes in the sand as I moseyed over to a bare log that drifted ashore. There, I planted my butt in the giving sand and rested my back and elbows against the damp log. To my right was the Golden Gate Bridge and to my left were bright, colorful houses stationed on the hills. The moment was serene.

It’s quite evident, compared to my previous posts, that I have jumped off the paved path (corporate life). I’m engaging in interests which I take pleasure in now and I’ll see where they escort me. At this point, I embrace the present moment more than attempting to lock up a secure future. I don’t have a savings–I just live within a monthly budget to sustain this lifestyle. It might sound disastrous to some, but I am faithful, not hopeful, things will fall in to the place when needed.

For the past year, I have read, studied, and agreed with ample amounts of philosophical information. It is now time to apply this wisdom rather than simply nod my head at it. Therefore, I do things now that I want to do; Isn’t that how it should be?

The cold rush of water flooded over my feet and ankles. The current was strong. It flowed back and forth as I remained in the same upright stance. Today was the first day I’ve felt the ocean in November.

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