I was fortunate enough to spend my early years of life in Fiji, a place known for the friendly people,
the frequent coups, the delicious fruit and amazing beaches. I’m not sure if my love for the ocean is
genetic or if it’s environmental. My mother, eldest sister and I all call ourselves fish. We could swim
all day every day. My father and my other sister however could never see the beach and be content.
I wonder if I had bad experiences with the ocean would I hate it too?
As a child the beach was in every country I lived in; the clear waters and white sands in Fiji, the bleak
skies and far out tides in England, the dirty water and action packed beaches in Malaysia and finally
the unforgiving sunshine and sometimes freezing water in Australia. All these oceans so diverse and
all so beautiful in their own ways; my first experience with the beach was beautiful in the paradise
kind of way, my second was stereotypically British but the washed out colour pallets were as
intriguing as paradise, the sea lice that would bite me in Penang and the jellyfish that would sting,
reminded me that I was sharing the waters with such diverse creatures and finally Adelaide; I still
haven’t made my mind up yet.
On a superficial level the beaches in Adelaide are hot and full of
young people, they aren’t dirty and they aren’t exceptionally beautiful. I haven’t spent much time at
the beach in Adelaide, which is weird because I am a self-proclaimed fish; you think I’d be
dehydrated by now. However I noticed yesterday on a walk with a dear friend a beautiful rock pool
and suddenly my love for the ocean was reignited. It was a beautiful pale green blue water with grey
black rocks and so still but (I imagined) so full of life. I’ve never sat down and thought of how I feel
towards oceans but there is no other form of the environment that makes me feel as alive.
I like forests, deserts, swamps, geysers and mountains of course but I never feel quite at home when
I’m surrounded by them as I do when floating in a body of water.
Oceans are dangerous and unforgiving but constantly beautiful. In the morning the ocean sparkles as
the sun rays reflect and dance on the still water and it makes me feel awake. When the waves are at
their medium height and velocity they are so inviting to swim and play in and when they are looming
over the horizon and crash down with such force they are invigorating. I’ve never been afraid of
waves because there is such beauty in their strength, the force it holds shows how strong something
so beautiful can be, that if you respect the ocean i.e. don’t mess around in it when there’s a rip then it
won’t take you under. I like to treat people that way too; I believe everyone is inherently good and I
should respect those who deserve it. Getting off topic…Oceans at night should be their most scariest
but I see them as their most beautiful, they are almost black and so calm and when I look into them I
see infinite space and I wish I could step into it and out into another dimension.
That is why we should save our oceans. Do anything you can because this world isn’t full of infinite resources.
Til next time,