Spending time away from my life, even it is only as far as 3 hours away, always makes a difference. The  space from the every day hustle and grind that tires you out day by day keeps you sane when you get back into it. To be honest my time away has made me realise the important nature of having time to yourself and to those that matter. Its the odd things that open your eyes to whats important. Something as little as a walk up to a lookout that has an amazing view, to taking a stroll along the beach can make you realise how the simple things in life can be so relatable and how they can teach you so much in such intricate ways.

For example, the tiring walk up the summit of Tomaree was tough. I couldn’t tell you how many times I questioned whether the view that everyone kept bragging about was going to be worth it or not. The walk itself was tough as shit, climbing through bush, and whilst there was a pathway, it became riddled with dirt, rocks and a steep incline that made me contemplate giving up because I was not bothered at all. But when I got to the top it was a different story. The view was awesome, and worth every drop of sweat and step that it took to get to. Thats kind of how life works doesn’t it?  The path is shit and hard but the endgame, if you just push forward and make sure that you don’t give up,  ends with  you being left with an amazing product that you can admire and cherish for a long time.

I thought I learnt a lot from that, but what got me right in the feels was the walk back from the beach to the car. I love the beach, the sand, waves and the sun. Leaving it after a long day is always a shame, especially one as gorgeous as the one we went to. Not only was it secluded and quiet, but the water was amazing and I could literally sleep there for an age. But the trek back got to me. The pathway was wooden and covered in sand. It was hard and ranged from a warm to a hot after being beaten down on by the sun for a whole day, and the soft patches of sand that I hit every now and then was a nice break from the hard wood of the path. I walked it by myself and quietly, without much disturbance, serenaded by the noises of a late summer afternoon, including an array of different wildlife.

The thing is that despite the plain and loneliness of it all, the walk back seemed a lot like my life to date. The hard mixture of rough and smoothness in the texture of the wood was like the walk that we all take, that in everyday life, all things are hard and sometimes difficult, they present a different level of ease in each situation but despite this you continue to walk on. The sand was the best part. Each patch  was all the personal interactions, all the emotions and inner thoughts, whether that be love or anger,  and reminded me of all the people who made the personal connection in your life. You see sand itself can be good and bad, it can be irritating and invasive but it can cause comforts and warmth. Those people in your life who you love or mean that much to you, they maybe difficult, they may be irritating, but if they care, if they do give a shit, they will always be there, despite everything, and its up to you to accept it or not.

I needed a break, from everything. The last couple of weeks have been some of the most difficult I’ve experienced in a long time. The thing is this getaway wasn’t something that caused distance between me and the life I was living before, instead, through the small things, it allowed me to realise how you have to push through the bad to get the good, even though it might not be for long, the trek is always worth it and the view is always spectacular, especially with the people you love.