![]() I believe in toes in the sand grounding my soul. I believe in seashells bringing good luck. I believe in the waves wiping away worries. I believe in the ocean curing all bad moods. Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s sent away. What’s more, this landscape, which extends as far as the eye can see, always reminds me of possibility. The beach is truly home, its broad expanse of sand as welcoming as a mother’s open arms. One learns first of all in beach living the art of shedding how little one can get along with, not how much. If there’s heaven for me, I’m sure it has a beach attached to it. Time wasted at the beach is time well spent. Once your feet have touched the warm sun drenched sand of the seashore you will never ever be the same. We live by the currents, plan by the tides and follow the sun. Time doesn’t move hour to hour but mood to moment. In this big ball of people, I’m just one grain of sand on this beach. Give me coffee to change the things I can, and the beach to accept the things I can’t. In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth. I honestly think the beach is the only place children actually entertain themselves. One can collect only a few, and they are more beautiful if they are few. ![]() One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach. ![]() Catch a wave and you’ll be sittin’ on top of the world. After a visit to the beach, it’s hard to believe that we live in a material world. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach – waiting for a gift from the sea. The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. To escape and sit quietly on the beach – that’s my idea of paradise.
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