I walk the beach back to my apartment. I have just completed my 200 pull ups challenge. The endorphins from exercise are kicking in and I'm blasting Bad to the bone through my headphones. I feel the happiness and drive in every atom of my body.
I watch the turquoise blue sea. After few meters I drop my backpack and I jump into the waves. I do it again and again. This is exactly where should I be and what should I do.
I distinctly remember walking from building to building in my former job. With important papers in my hand. Pretending to care about the job. The anxiety of wasting my life away.
I am going to eat a proper lunch. Then I will spearfish and drink some wine.