Yesterday was real. I woke up, rolled out of my tent (almost literally), and headed to Innes National Park to go exploring. After a day of beach hopping, my last stop was Browns Beach, and on my way there a police car came speeding past me. As I arrived I saw another police car, ambo and fireys - obviously something was up. I cautiously made my way over to the beach lookout where they were standing, and from the scene I pretty quickly learned that a man had fallen into the water and was missing. Absolutely heartbreaking. Not wanting to get in the way, I jumped back in my car and set off back to base camp. Fast forward a few hours and we had learned that a body had been pulled from the water.
I think the thing that hit me the most about yesterday is that you never really know when it’s your time. This man got up and headed for a day of fishing, just like any one of us rolled out of bed and went about our day. But that being said, it doesn’t mean we can live in fear, constantly worrying or refusing to do things that make us happy because ‘what if’. That’s not a life truly lived.
The ocean is a vastly beautiful but incredibly dangerous creature. As much as I adore the sea and can’t think of anything that makes me happier, yesterday it scared the hell out of me. Like so many other days, it took a life. My heart breaks for the loved ones of that man, and my deepest love and thoughts go out to those affected by these tragedies X