For as long as I can remember, I've loved the ocean. I'll always swim if I get the chance - no matter how cold the water. I'm the first one in, last one out. I never hesitate to dunk my head under. Just seeing the ocean, being near it makes me happier, adds a spring to my step. I don't know why this is exactly. Certainly, childhood nostalgia and fondness play their part. But there's something else there. The active feeling of being surrounded by something so much bigger and more powerful than yourself, that could easily crush you but instead lets you float, splash, have fun, is comforting and terrifying and humbling all at the same time. And, of course, it's beautiful. Throat-catching, eye-watering, life-affirmingly beautiful. I could stare at it for hours and photographing it is always a delight.
So, as I spent an evening by the sea with my parents - two of the best people I will surely ever know - and thought about how pointless most of my worries were in the grand, beautiful, pointless scheme of things I realised that nothing needs meaning. It just is. And we can spend our lives being grateful for every gorgeous thing around us rather than searching for something more. I'd rather enjoy it while I'm here than look past it.
Wow, this ootd got way out of hand.
My point is, here's an ootd. It's uber-pointless. But with the surroundings and the light, it looks nice and it makes me happy and my eyes crinkle with fondness for my parents and that day. And, surely, that's more than enough.
Photos of me by Daddy - all else by me.
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