Picture this: You are alone at the beach. You took a long stroll that entire day, and your feet have grown sore from walking on the uneven fine white sand. (I know, first world problems, right?) So now you have arrived at a little resort with huts by the water, and you propped yourself on a white canvas bean bag – stretching your tired legs on the vivid teal cloth that served as your carpet. You lean back, feeling the little microbeads shift from within your seat, massaging your mildly sunburnt back.
“Would you like anything to drink?” A waiter approaches you in his floral button-down shirt, khaki shorts and straw hat.
You peer at him from your sunglasses (the sun was behind him) and say that you want a mango shake. He goes and you continue with your relaxation.
Wind breezing through your seawatered hair, a pattern of shadows from the palm trees above masking you from the sun, and you just listen. You listen at the emptiness of everything, with nothing but the waves crashing gently on the flat sand.
There is no job, no deadlines, no pressure, no stress. Just you, and the vast openness of the world, with no problem whatsoever hounding you until you get to dealing with it yourself.
What a lovely day to be alive!, you think. The fresh mango shake arrives and you can feel the cold down your throat with ever sip. Your biggest problem in that moment in your life was simply the brainfreeze you got from eagerly drinking your delicious beverage.
Nothing more, nothing less.