Straight from the memo pad.

Before work the friends and I hit up the park near Seaport again, which by the way does indeed have wi-fi. Yeah. It's kick ass. I took an hour nap while they looked at devotional and l0lcat pictures. Typical of us.

I went into work today, and they told me to go home. I guess I let my thoughts take over my composure, my boss knew something was up. I left early, and walked along the beach in Coronado, it was a rather overcast day today. I'm reluctant to find that something good came out of being sent home. I don't know what I'd do without my memo pad.

"Some people would say the ocean's a scary place. A frightening element. I like to think that it isn't. That it instead of frightening, it remains mysterious. Society will classify the unknown and the undiscovered as frightening; although in most situations, it isn't at all terror. Try adventure, its a chance to become brave. It's uncharted and its yours for the taking. Conditioning yourself to a point in which you are prepared to withstand the break of a wave at the will of the ocean, at the natural faith of which holds the certainty of your life isn't difficult to succumb. You must first be willing to understand that your existence is not voluntary. That it's paths and directions are not determined by your own two feet. You will live on, until your very own death. Then gravity will continue to pull at the sea, always dragging rain from the clouds. This earth in which we spend our whole lives trying to conquer will NEVER be under our jurisdiction. It spins--whether were on it or not. It isn't about relationships, nor all the amazing things we create. They said America is ever-changing but when were gone--America will realize life as one vacation. Your life is just one big fucking vacation...so don't you ever forget how to relax."

It was venting, on rocks by the ocean within the memo pad. Today was another rough day for me, but the wave filtrating through the rocks put me at ease.