During the month of December 2019 I took a quick surfing trip with a life long friend. The experience we both shared was one for the books, or in this case the internet. I kept wondering afterwards what made it so special. Only once I was back home I realised something. A great surf trip is not always about the waves, but the moments between waves. The journey there and back and trying to be as in sync with the ocean as possible.
Life as a commercial artist sometimes makes me forget about the simplistic beauty of nature. It's a true force. A force that can inspire by just simply offering its self. A force that allows you to take the reins, but one that will quickly remind you who is boss (I fractured a rib on the last morning of the trip).
So it is not about the score. It's not about the bragging rights, nor is it about the battle scars. It's about the journey there.