Yes, I hate sand.

I also hate hot weather.

But I LOVE beaches.

I mainly like going to the beach because I like how multiple parts of the earth combine to manifest as a whole; it embodies nature’s duality. The beach is like a testament to life’s grand scheme, where contradictions blend like a waking dream.

I always feel like being at the beach invites contemplation.
For example, the shifting sands beneath our wandering feet remind us of life’s transient, ephemeral fleet.
And with each passing wave comes a moment of reflection on time’s flow and its relentless persistence.
The horizon’s endless merge of sea and sky hints at boundless possibilities, like a reminder of our own quest for expansion to seek and explore.

The beach teaches humility, and that’s a profound lesson.
As we witness nature’s vastness, it astounds.
It humbles my ego and reminds me of my place.

From the fragility of shells, weathered and worn, to the majestic power of storms, fiercely torn.
A beach is a fusion of chaos and serene tranquillity
It’s my canvas for introspection, a gateway to pondering life’s profound direction.

In the whispers of waves and the sand’s gentle sway, I find a sacred place where I’m reminded of my transient grace.

Lombok, 2023