time by the seaside

I am spending time on the sea side. I do not have now a regular job. There is no job security, or income security, but I can come to the sea if I want, hoping this insecurity would not spoil the being here....

And I am walking on the beach, and something comes to my mind:

I am not the thoughts I have,
I am the observer of those thoughts.
I am not the one to whom things are happening,
I am the observer of things happening.....
The less concrete I am,
the more integrated.....

It is likely that I have read something of this sort before, I do not know, but it does not matter.....