The beach is not the place to work; to read, write or think.
Go with the pain, let it take you. Open your palms and your body to the pain. It comes in waves like the tide and you must be open as a vessel lying on the beach, letting it fill you up and then, retreating, leaving you empty and clear.
The most exhausting thing in life is being insincere.
One must go through periods of numbness that are harder to bear than grief.
The most exhausting thing you can do is to be inauthentic.
When one is a stranger to oneself, then one is estranged from others, too.