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The more they earn, the less it looks like an act. The more buzzer kills they have and the more composure they show, the more we might start to wonder if they’ve discovered a secret.

call me ignorantbut I’m not up to date.

Most of the time, I have no idea what’s going on in the world. I don’t know anything about politics. I voted exactly once in my life.

I don’t have any social media other than a Twitter account I started six months ago, a necessary evil to find and promote writing, but I hate it. I don’t appreciate self-promotion or self-doubt.

I want to keep my world simple, do my own thing.

But I struggle.

I never felt satisfied for a while. I have always had the impression of falling short of an unidentified goal.

Life is a speeding train of thoughts that I can’t get off of. Things come into focus and disappear before I’ve really seen them. I never really know what to spend my time on. When I try to stop, all I want to do is get moving again, to find the next thing.

I often think about what other people think about them, about their way of approaching things.

In general, I am envious of those who seem able to focus on singular goals or passions.

I think that’s why I was drawn to writing and reading. To immerse yourself in different worlds, to know things intensely and to love them fiercely, even if only for a short time.

It’s like a series of rides. I have the most fun imaginable, but then I walk away and leave them, upside down with the wheels still turning.

I sometimes wonder if life is easier for people who don’t think too much.

And if you don’t have a wandering mind and can find something to love, do you have a greater capacity to devote yourself to it?

Is it easier to empty your mind if it is not very full at the start?

Four WCT competitions, including the last three in a row, have been won by two young surfers with strong leanings towards the Eastern philosophies of meditation and mindfulness.

Griffin Colapinto and Jack Robinson.

The more they earn, the less it looks like an act. The more buzzer kills they have and the more composure they show, the more we might start to wonder if they’ve discovered a secret.

Our only real cause for doubting them is the hammering of their methods by Joe Turpel and his ilk. But let’s face it, they have the ability to make anything dishonest.

Colapinto noted yesterday that he learned by watching Jack Robinson’s approach.

Good artists borrow, great artists steal.

You become a great dancer not by standing in front of the class looking at yourself in the mirror, but by standing in the back, giving yourself space to dance and looking at those in front of you.

At this point, Griffin Colapinto’s dance made me sit up and take notice.

Honestly, I wasn’t convinced we would see a repeat of his win in Portugal anytime soon. The waves were mediocre, his meditation seemed youthful. It seemed like the kind of win a talented surfer might get when they catch a vibe, but not necessarily one they could repeat.

But repeat that he did, today in El Salvador. And if we can wonder about the quality of the waves throughout the event, and about the regularity of the score in the final, we cannot question his overall performance, nor the quality of his opponents.

Jordy, Kanoa, Gabby, Filipe.

If you beat these men in an event, under any conditions, you deserve the win.

Most impressive is his fearlessness, especially against Toledo.

Just imagining Filipe’s speed, power and amplitude is enough to put most competitors down before they’ve even hit the water.

Not so Griffin.

Yesterday he practically called Medina when he claimed he was a boy the last time he saw him, and he was looking forward to facing him as a man. Another statement that marked a change in his psychological makeup and perception of the world.

Today, during the interview after having manhandled Medina, it was Filipe he called. He was the best, he said. I want it.

The day after his victory over Toledo, he gave a brief interview with Strider from the water.

“Coming back performance is what I dream of,” he said. “If I’m in this position, I love it.”

We know from earlier comments that it refers to literal dreams. The surfers Colapinto sees in his visualizations are the ones he defeated here.

Medina has made two semi-finals in his first two competitions, and either way he looked like a potential winner.

His recent carefree personality was more understated today after the loss. It was good to see this tension. Don’t get me wrong, he wants to be in the last five. He will have to win at least one of the last three competitions, and he can, as we know.

He feels his scores have been a little low lately, and I think he has a case. (Not that my objectivity is reliable regarding Medina and the amount of money I have on him.)

I didn’t bet on Filipe, but he too could have complained about his scores. With Gabby and Italo, his aerial maneuvers are always inferior to those of other surfers.

It’s not surprising. Think about how much surf the judges looked at. If they were without prejudices and without expectations, they would not be human.

The fight for the top 5 looks good. With Rio (can’t believe it’s starting in a week!), J-Bay and Teahupo’o to go, there’s still some meat on the bone.

Here’s a thought exercise I’m going to leave you with, does the fact that the finals are in Trestles give some surfers a psychological advantage from the start?

Griffin could relax from day one, just like Filipe, like Kanoa. Not only are the finals on a wave that is pretty much their local spot, but it suits their surfing.

It’s a mind game.

What if the final was scheduled for Teahupo’o?

Who would then be off leash?

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