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I Always Come Back to You, Ocean
There’s no other place that has that effect on me.
My life can be stressful. Deadlines at work. Demands from my parents at home. I’m having trouble keeping up with my friends.
It’s a vicious cycle of negativity that only grows stronger as we age. I don’t have kids yet, but I’ve seen how the balance is swiftly robbed of young parents — my close friends — who are deprived of their sleep. Or how the balance is stolen from my successful friends who’ve become executives and have long days — too long.
It’s hard to recharge with a lifestyle such as this, and it is baffling to me how these people do not have a center to balance the load, a quiet place to think and recharge.
Fortunately, I see the ocean from my bedroom window. But, it’s not enough to live by the sea to enjoy its recharging effect.
Once a week, preferably Friday morning when I’m not working (yes, in Israel you work from Sun-Thu), I pack a bottle of water, my tablet or a notebook and pen if I’m feeling the urge to write by hand, and I go to feel some sand between my toes.
I can sit there for hours. Phone notifications are off, and only calls can reach me. It’s only possible because I don’t get many calls anyway. I’m that kind of guy.
