Four people wearing colorful outfits on a beach embrace.

What if the tip of the world is a continuing, moderately than a finale?

(Joelle Grace Taylor / For The Occasions)

“I’ve lived probably the most stunning lives and died probably the most stunning deaths” is a thought I had the opposite day whereas browsing. I had simply paddled for a wave after which pulled out of it on the final second once I realized I must drop in at a very steep angle. I wasn’t in any actual hazard — the wave was sharp however small — and but for the span of a heartbeat, I may image myself pearling head-first down the face of the wave, my physique thrown into the balletic arch of an indignant scorpion, and my board pulled down behind me, unceremoniously yanked by my leash from its dolphin-like spirals up towards the sky, as if it had been gasping for one final breath. It will all occur in a matter of seconds, however if you happen to can think about it in gradual movement, it’s an unexpectedly beautiful dance; it’s certainly a lovely demise. As an alternative of taking the prospect, nonetheless, I shifted my weight again towards the tail of my surfboard and pulled up on the rails with my arms, eradicating it and myself from the momentum of the cresting wave. Each time I paddled for an additional wave that afternoon, the sentence replayed itself inside my head as if it had been a well-worn mantra: stunning lives … stunning deaths … stunning lives … stunning deaths.

We frequently communicate of the tip of the world as if it had been an occasion that may catch us off guard and erase our existence instantaneously, like a summer time blockbuster coming to fruition. However I’ve misplaced rely of the variety of occasions I’ve lived and died.

I’m pondering not solely of each wave I’ve caught and fumbled but additionally of the numerous residences I believed to be house, of each first and final kiss with somebody I’ve beloved. Every time I’ve understood my actuality to be one factor, just for that factor to finish or morph and render my existence model new once more, I’ve died a type of demise after which lived once more. Like lots of people, I bear in mind the final time I left my workplace on a Tuesday night in March 2020, unaware that I might by no means once more see that place the place I had spent most of my waking hours for years. And but, we finally confirmed as much as different jobs, workplaces and coworkers.

Two people sit on a rock on the beach. One wears a glittery outfit, the other wears black lingerie.

Josh Landau (left) wears Bootzy Couture choker, ERL high and backside. Jensen Fairchild (proper) wears Gucci high, backside and canopy up.

(Joelle Grace Taylor / For The Occasions)

A woman in black lingerie leans against a rock on the beach.

What if the tip of the world is a continuing, moderately than a finale?

To catch a wave within the first place, you must sit near probably the most highly effective, and probably the most intimidating, part of it; you must sit near its coronary heart. That peak itself is the wave’s final breath, so to talk, and once you catch it, you’re driving its remaining exhale to shore.

“Waves will not be stationary objects in nature like roses or diamonds,” writes William Finnegan in his browsing memoir, “Barbarian Days.” “They’re fast, violent occasions on the finish of an extended chain of storm motion and ocean response … The most effective days at the most effective breaks have a Platonic facet — they start to embody a mannequin of what surfers need waves to be. However that’s the tip of it, that starting.”

In browsing, as on dry land, demise begets life begets demise begets life. Surfers put themselves via this life cycle again and again within the water, studying to embody resiliency alongside the best way. We pull out of a wave, conscious of the chance and the discomfort, after which we drop into the subsequent one understanding full effectively that we could not make it as a result of, effectively, what if we do? To essentially reside typically calls for that we place ourselves in probably the most weak place, be it near the guts of a wave or near the guts of one other for a primary kiss.

The great thing about browsing is inextricable with the concern of it, even when, as I’ve gotten older, the concern has slowly taken over. I didn’t drop into that wave the opposite day as a result of I used to be afraid. I didn’t was like this.

Two people stand on the sand by the ocean, one holding a surfboard.

Momo Kun (left) wears Vex Latex high, classic Mickey Mouse belt, Sentimiento bottoms and ERL sneakers. Xenia Ortiz (proper) wears Bootzy Couture choker, Barragán bikini high and shorts, and Nike X Ambush Air Extra Uptempo Low.

(Joelle Grace Taylor / For The Occasions)

A man in a long glittery outfit stands in the ocean.

Josh Landau wears Bootzy Couture choker, ERL high and backside, and Vans sneakers.

(Joelle Grace Taylor / For The Occasions)

I broke a board as soon as in overhead surf at El Porto once I was a junior in highschool. The tail half of my board, nonetheless hooked up to my ankle by my leash, pulled me below the water time and again throughout that large set of waves. My physique tumbled helplessly like a rag in a washer for greater than a few breaths. I may see the nostril of my board bobbing in towards the shore, each a beacon of security and a factor value saving in itself, and someway, I managed to swim towards it till I used to be sputtering on the sand. A youthful boy from my varsity surf group was close to me within the water that morning, the definition of a grom (quick, sun-blond, already superb at browsing, a proclivity for the phrase dude). “Dude,” he stated to me at lunch that day, “I assumed you had been going to drown on the market.” I too, for the primary time in my life, figured I used to be going to die, however once I was lastly capable of drag myself out of the water and onto the seaside, I may solely cry for the 2 halves of my beloved board, one tucked below every of my arms. Youth bestows a sure recklessness that comes together with believing that demise could be very far-off, till at some point you acknowledge what number of deaths you’ve survived.

If, right this moment in my late 30s, I’m at all times afraid once I surf, why do I paddle again out?

In his e-book, “The Drop: How the Most Addictive Sport Can Assist Us Perceive Habit and Restoration,” Thad Ziolkowski writes about browsing as each an habit and a palliative. To wit, he describes his determination to paddle out the day after 9/11, the very morning after the world ended.

“Folks discover it unusual or worse that I went browsing the day after 9/11, however for me it was like going to church — like psychic medication, like sacrament,” Ziolkowski writes. “I used to be desirous about surfers who had known as in sick to their jobs at Cantor Fitzgerald [to take advantage of a hurricane swell that morning] and lived — the thriller of who lived and who died.”

A woman in lingerie runs into the ocean.

In browsing, as on dry land, demise begets life begets demise begets life.

(Joelle Grace Taylor / For The Occasions)

On his technique to the seaside that day, Ziolkowski obtained misplaced close to JFK Airport and whereas making a sudden U-turn, he alarmed cops in a close-by safety kiosk. After they rushed out to query him, all he may say was, “I’m simply making an attempt to log on.”

Each time a surfer breaks a board, each time a surfer is compelled to carry their breath longer than they thought doable, and sure, even each time a surfer pearls on a puny wave, they expertise a type of demise. And but, we’re all simply making an attempt to log on once more. It’s as if the baptismal within the ocean had been someway each the unique sin and its healing.

It’s an impulse that’s much more perplexing when you think about that, along with being scary, browsing is absurd: It entails a ridiculous quantity of effort for less than an occasional, fleeting payoff. In Los Angeles, browsing is numerous paddling via crowded lineups at level breaks or still-crowded closed-out seaside breaks, after which not catching something due to that crowd, or as a result of the winds simply shifted, or since you introduced the fallacious board for the circumstances, or as a result of the reside video stream of the spot — which you triple-checked earlier than you left your own home — lied. After which once you do lastly catch one thing, it’s for just some seconds, possibly nearer to half a minute if you happen to’re having an excellent day.

However throughout these seconds on a wave, sense and rationality stop to exist, as a result of to hurl your self down a small cliff of fast-moving water, your physique should betray your thoughts: You should override your mind, which says, loudly and sternly, “No,” by transferring your physique towards “Go.” In different phrases, you’re younger and willful and immortal as soon as once more.

Three people wearing colorful outfits hang out by a railing on the beach.

Josh Landau wears Bootzy Couture choker, classic tank, Barragán pants, and Vans sneakers; Xenia Ortiz wears Bootzy Couture choker, Purple September gown, and Sentimiento scarf hat; Momo Kun wears Gucci high and Rinaldy A. Yunardi sun shades.

(Joelle Grace Taylor / For The Occasions)

A person wearing a blue top and black pants looks out into the ocean.

Momo Kun wears Gucci high, Tanamachi shorts, Rinaldy A. Yunardi sun shades and ERL sneakers.

(Joelle Grace Taylor / For The Occasions)

Every time I’ve caught a wave, I’ve been suspended in these liberating seconds, the place there’s solely my physique as a type of hitchhiker upon a pulse of power — power that was generated from a windy storm hundreds of miles away, pushing its method via portions of water too huge to think about, to finish up right here, below my ft, the place it would lastly exhaust itself after its lengthy journey, as a sputter of whitewash upon the shore. It’s unattainable, this wave, and it’s a little miraculous. Whenever you experience it, you too are unattainable and miraculous, present within the threshold and now not certain to the realities of the world. Browsing is frightening as a result of demise is frightening, however each time a surfer catches a wave, they get to reside a unique model of life, a lovely one, if just for a second or two. It’s why, once I lastly handle to catch a wave solely to finish up face-down with water up my nostril, tangled in my leash and gasping for breath, I flip round and paddle again out once more.

Should you ask a surfer in regards to the finish of the world, they’ll inform you it’s when there are not any waves and so they’re caught on dry land, ready for a swell. However if you happen to watch a surfer within the water, you’ll see that they’ve obtained it fallacious. Browsing entails numerous ready — that half is true — whether or not it’s within the water or out of it. And more often than not they’re within the lineup, surfers are simply sitting, going through the horizon, as a result of that’s the place the waves come from. Which implies that more often than not, surfers are staring down on the fringe of the world, the tip of the world, in anticipation of what comes subsequent.

After I thought, “I’ve lived probably the most stunning lives and died probably the most stunning deaths” the opposite day, I wasn’t desirous about the waves I’ve caught and all of the waves I’ve solely simply survived. I used to be desirous about heartbreaks and COVID and about folks and locations I now not know and about all the opposite occasions the world has led to my thirtysomething years. And I used to be desirous about how, in between these endings, life was probably the most stunning. Then, I paddled once more.

Four people wearing colorful, glittery outfits stand at the top and base of a rock on the beach.

More often than not, surfers are staring down on the fringe of the world, the tip of the world, in anticipation of what comes subsequent.

(Joelle Grace Taylor / For The Occasions)

Producer: Rafaela Remy Sanchez
Fashions: Jensen Fairchild, Momo Kun, Josh Landau, Xenia Ortiz
Make-up: Yasmin Istanbouli
Hair: Adrian Arredondo
Styling Assistant: Lizbeth Garcia

Claire Salinda is a author and tarot reader from Los Angeles. Her work has appeared within the Missouri Overview, Assay, G*Mob, Thrillist and different publications. She holds an MFA from the Bennington Writing Seminars.

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