Pier Thoughts

People come to the beach just to stare at its beauty. I was sitting at a bench right next to a pier this morning. People would come by foot, bike and car, just to gaze at the ocean. I would see some people coming and assume they were going to walk past me and down the stairs to go to the shore. Some went to surf, but most stood a few feet away from me in silence. The sound of the waves crashing and seagulls chirping filling the space between us. The beauty of the ocean takes your breath away. It is so vast and enticing due to its seemingly endless surface. The ocean never has to change to get people to look at her beauty. Parts of the ocean’s water has been damaged or hurt. The water can be polluted. Yet those parts do not cause people to think the ocean as a whole is ugly. How come I can’t be like an ocean? Why is my beauty not one that gets people to stop and stare? I know it is silly to compare oneself to the ocean but why don’t we look at humans the same way. People shouldn’t have to alter themselves with crazy diets or makeup in order to feel pretty. We should be able to feel comfortable and confident in our purest form. Wounds you carry from existing on earth that were caused by a bad relationship/break up, depression, anxiety, traumatic experiences, etc. should not affect how people look at you as a whole. Those bruises are like the polluted waters. They are still part of the ocean, yet people still think she is beautiful.  The ocean doesn’t try to make people love her, they just do. She does not change her features in hopes for attention. She just does what she was made to do. She never stays still or in one place. The ocean is constantly moving and adapting to its environment. The inside of the ocean is filled with life. A whole ecosystem survives on it. Just like how the body is a temple for one’s personality and its function is to keep that being alive. My jealousies come in waves. And today I found myself envious of the Pacific Ocean at Pier 28 in San Diego, California.

The admirer on the bench,

Erin