Surf.

Yesterday, my friend said to me, "you can't fight the big waves. Just turn and dive in. Headfirst."

Last night, I went swimming in the Pacific Ocean. No one else around. No lights, but lots of rain. I love feeling the waves break into white surf. You can see it, brilliant at night. I wondered if the water ever gets afraid...tumbling toward the shore, breakneck. Is it afraid of the break? Does it see it coming?

Maybe the wave is afraid. But maybe it's only afraid until it realizes there are only ever waves. That's all there ever was. There will always be waves.

"La vida es como el oleaje, entonces te regala como el mar."

Life is like the surf; so give yourself away like the sea.