The end of ev­ery year is a pe­riod of re­flec­tion. We re­view ev­ery­thing that’s gone down in our own lit­tle worlds as the planet com­pletes an­other loop around the sun.

Carve - - INTRODUCTION - Sharpy Ed­i­tor

It’s easy to for­get that we get our waves from the sun, es­pe­cially in De­cem­ber, when it’s scrap­ing the hori­zon, taunt­ing us with weak, but beau­ti­ful golden light.

It’s the en­ergy from the sun, waves them­selves, heat­ing our at­mos­phere that is the mix­ing spoon that stirs storms into life. A vast, im­pos­si­ble to com­pre­hend, nu­clear in­ferno 93 mil­lion miles away, af­fect­ing weather sys­tems hun­dreds of miles out in the ocean is why we can slide around in the sea. You’re rid­ing so­lar en­ergy ev­ery time you ride a wave and we’re all just a bunch of cos­mic dust tem­po­rar­ily stuck to­gether for the ride.

Which is some­thing to pon­der next time you’re sat out back at your favourite spot … or not.

What­ever non­sense goes on in your life, in the news, es­pe­cially in the in­creas­ingly baf­fling world of pol­i­tics, it’s all tem­po­rary. It will all pass.

I think that’s why surf­ing is so ad­dic­tive.

It is, in the main, bull­shit free.

The so­lace you can en­joy while bob­bing around on your board, fill­ing your lungs with fresh sea air, be­ing one with the en­vi­ron­ment, is un­beat­able. The cleans­ing beat­ings of win­ter duck­dives are in­vig­o­rat­ing. Rid­ing so­lar en­ergy on a board is ridicu­lous in the best way, it’s im­pos­si­ble not to smile, your mind glows. Just be­ing in the ocean con­nects you to some­thing it’s hard to de­scribe, no mat­ter how good or bad the waves.

As much as the non­sense of daily life is soothed by time in the sea one thing isn’t: the dam­age we’re do­ing to our spin­ning orb and we are all re­spon­si­ble.

Any re­view of 2017, surf poor as it was for most, but thumbs up for WWIII not start­ing, so that’s a bonus, has to con­clude that the out­look for the ocean is not ex­actly pos­i­tive. We’re mur­der­ing it slowly with our plas­tic ob­ses­sion, in ways we don’t even re­alise.

Ge­ol­o­gists mil­lions of years from now will strike a layer of plas­tic rock. Our in­deli­ble mark on our home. The '20th cen­tury started here' line view­able all over the globe. Plas­tic has reached the deep­est parts of the ocean, is in­gested by the small­est or­gan­isms and is now so preva­lent it’s hard to see a way back.

But a change is hap­pen­ing. The ma­jor­ity of us have taken the easy ac­tion of giv­ing up plas­tic shop­ping bags, it should’ve hap­pened years ago, but we’ve done it and other coun­tries are fol­low­ing suit. Now we all need to con­tinue to work to­wards a plas­tic free fu­ture where pos­si­ble.

How nice would it be to walk across a beach that is only made up of sand, rocks, sea­weed and shells? A beach like it’s meant to be. Not a half plas­tic one. Sand be­tween your toes not cot­ton bud sticks.

It’s on us to fix this. Let 2018 be the year we make a dif­fer­ence…

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