When I feel down, I go to the beach. When there is something I cannot resolve, worries, troubles, and what-have-you; whenever my mind is preoccupied, I need to go the beach. There, with my bare feet on the hot sand and watching the waves of the Pacific roll in and out, peace comes over me.
The waves come in, gently covering the wet sand, and leaving drips of foam that dry in the air. Minerals shine like diamonds in the sun light. The salt water licks my feet, gently but cold. I take another step into the ocean, allowing the water to caress my ankles. How lovely it feels. So free, unencumbered, the vast Pacific Ocean.
My mind releases its burdens and fills itself with the fresh air of freedom. Ideas come to me, solutions. I am one with the Universe. The sea breeze kisses my face and the sun illuminates millions of sand particles. I stand in a world of wonder where problems of the human world disappear. At least, they are reduced to nothingness, compared to the vast universe surrounding me.
When in doubt, I go to the beach, to clear my mind, to find peace, I go to find out.
I go, to know what to do.