Reflection on Sunset Cliffs, San Diego

     There was a moment that night when Jayson asked me if I knew how cliffs were made.

     "The waves have been crashing into them for billions and billions and billions of years so that eventually the land disintegrated?"
     "Well, yeah," he said. But do you know how *those* were made?" He was pointing at the land erosion that made a half parabola shape. I don't know how to explain it. But it's like a half U shape slope thing. Haha.
     "Not really."
     "Rainfall."
     "Yeah?"
     "Yeah. For billions and billions and billions of years, rain falls and it makes it shaped like that"

     Sunset Cliffs, I'll admit, is pretty damn majestic. I'm glad I went. Well, because we all know that I tend to make metaphors out of everyday objects and LIFE (because life itself is an everyday object) here's one about cliffs I was thinking about early this morning. I'll make it quite short; I've to eat soon.

     Cliffs. Being honest, the next word I'd say after that word is "hanger". Cliffhanger. Because that's practically your climax on your plot mountain, where things make or break. Cliffs, however, break to make.

     It is through the destruction of land that we find nature's beauty. Let me reword that as.. government destruction to create polluted overpopulated cities isn't a natural beauty. It is through nature's* destruction of herself that we find nature's beauty. Now, now, destruction might be too harsh a word, I'm sure-- maybe nature's just molding herself.

     Through the crashing of waves among them, to the attack of rainfalls for billions of years, Sunset Cliffs has endured it. Even through the careless steppings of tourists and the wipeouts of fellow surfers, the cliffs have seen and felt it all. They are witnesses to so many moments that we never will see. They see the joys of the day, when everyone enjoys themselves upon the beach, and they see the terrors of the night, when the tide is high and takes over whatever low surface they have left. They've witnessed all this for billions and billions and billions of years, this fluctuation of happy and scary, but they are still here. They haven't collapsed. They haven't cracked. They haven't disintegrated from the multitude of nature's weather efforts to do so. They're still strong. I was standing on them and they were still holding me up.

     It might sound stupid, but that's why I have so much respect for nature. I mean, on the car ride there, I was talking to Jayson about how much I love trees. And when we went back up the staircases, I took a glimpse of the stars on the third flight, and found the summer triangle.

     Nature sees so much. Endures so much. Lives so much. We're nothing compared to her. We forget that. We forget that there's more out there than this electronic box we look at everyday, there's more to where you're going today, there's more to who you're going to hang out with today. We forget that there's a whole other world out there if we really open our eyes. We forget that life is so strong to be able to hold all of these components together all at once. We're all tiny beings, in this universe, like the ants you push on with your finger, and we have to realize that--we can be gone with one. simple. push.

     That is why we have to live with our best efforts and hope that one day we will be as strong as nature: experiencing so many things. At times, we might figure that someway, we might have hurt ourselves, by allowing dissapointment, anger, fear, heartbreak, and frustration to conquer us, but in the end, we should strive to be better, to make our own life our own world, abling to survive at the end.