I’ve always loved this quote. “The cure for anything is salt water – sweat, tears or the sea.”
For the typical frustrations or challenges I encounter, salt water cures all – or at least it never makes it worse.
Today, though – today the inadequacy of this formula was obvious. I sweated. I cried. I bobbed weightlessly in the clear blue Pacific in painfully beautiful surroundings. I still hurt.
Not even the holy trinity of mineral liquid therapy is going to cure the incurable. Not without the factor of time.
We are all terminal. That’s neither news, or a problem. My ability to pretend otherwise – I guess that’s all that really ended today. Hardly newsworthy. And while it hurts, I don’t want to call it a problem either.