Has anyone ever heard the saying that “Life’s a Beach”? 6 uses that term frequently and at times have
even changed the word Beach, to another word. Since we are heading into the
fall TV shows, they always give you a small hint of what is to come, well if it
is good enough for the TV executives, well 6 guesses that he should provide you
with some highlights of what is to come on future blogs.
The beach is nothing more than a microcosm of life. Sit back
and take a journey thru your life, as you sit your lazy behind on the beach
chairs of life. Early each in the morning the sand on the beach is totally
undisturbed, soft smooth and cool, as the sun raises, beckons an awareness of
the challenges the receding tide creates. These challenges may be as innocent as a
child’s shovel, or as natural as the sharp remains of ocean debris or as
squishy as a jelly fish, to the empty remains of the careless beach goers’
attempting to escape the realities of their lives by leaving used cursed broken
bottles and cans, (or other things) of their forgotten dreams. While being drawn to the rising sun, you discover
comforting faces on the same path towards the warmth and brilliant light that
life affords. Beyond the circle of the
comfortable faces, the mass of the strange and unknown fills the open spaces. What originally was a comfortable path somehow
seems cluttered, with new obstacles, causing the path to become blurred and
undefined. Yet with-in the soul there is
a feeling of comfort by the realization the friendly faces are still with-in reach.
As the sun reaches its pinnacle, to the right is a nice couple who, is having a
lively discussion in regards the 5 banned subjects, before it comes to blows,
one leaves, leaving the other person sitting there with nothing but an empty
chair. Further down the beach a mother, with the look of terror on her face,
after she discovered that her child is missing. In front discover that some squatters
have encroached “the space”. They deposited their beach
hardware, and vanished in the wind. As time passes, there seemed to be a
disregard for their personal possessions as other strangers, walk over their
towels, as if it was just part of the sand. Look out into the surf, and find strained
expressions on faces, as they leap from the water as reality is handing them a
stinging blow. A nice young boy jumps up from his chair, sprints to the vast
ocean, sits down and after a minute returns to his chair. A whale is seen
frolicking in the vast blue currents as a voice asks, what does George do? To
the left watch another group building a majestic sand castle all while the tide
ever moving closer towards the creation carries it out to sea. Further down the
beach, a man is spraying his wife with cool water to enhance the penetration of
the UV rays on her skin. All the while a
nice young family sits patiently as the rules of a card game are being
explained to them. As the day passes, eyes begin to close as the sights and
sounds of the surf, fade from memory, thus entering into a state of total
mindless bliss. The hot sun begins to fade; the wind becomes cooler, while cool
water droplets cover the beach. Faced with a critical decision, as to whether depart
from the chosen path, or endure the hardships, one cannot help but notice,
strange faces headed away from the surf into the darkness of the dense tree
line. Making the decision to weather the storm, and remain on the path, after a
short respite the cloud pass, the wind subsides, eyes now wide open, the
comfortable faces adorned in bright wife beaters welcome, you back home. All
the while the strange faces have chosen the path to perceived comfort of the
sterile emptiness in the condos in the woods. The interaction with life
surrounds every corner of the beach, it is a place where one can say “shut the
……up” you can “Keep your eyes on the prize” and you never need gas for your
car! Tell me that is not what life is all about!
