Life itself

The Pacific is life itself.

Known for its strength, it crashes, pounds into the earth, unabashedly, without apology. Yet it has charm, grace, and as such is forgiven. At times we struggle in its ebb and flow; no sooner feeling sweet control in our grip before finding ourselves once again loose, thrashing. The Pacific is like life itself in its reminders of our challenges, and of our achievements, our relative smallness, and of the times others gave selflessly to help us over the next swell. The Pacific is like life itself in its cycles. And though we may wander, its vitality, its innate presence of peace, draws our return. As its beauty closes into darkness, we think of the tides, of the cycles, of the strength, and we are once more reminded that though alone we struggled, with help we thrived. And we come to understand the Pacific, as we understand life: to be conquered by togetherness. And therein we find peace, and see the Pacific as life itself.