If you don't leave all, you will stay in the hustle.
I'm seeing you in the end of the Earth, in a wild spot where you have just arrived, because you decided to go further than the famous and popular paradises of the travel agencies that sold you the trip. But I realize you wear your shimmering shorts in red and blue, clean and ironed; and the Ray-Ban glasses, and your face and attitude a little bit hidebound, tense... It looks as if you didn't want to mess with the sand.
In fact, you are still in the civilization, in the frenzy of owning and feigning.
If you don't leave all (all you have, all you believe, all you fear, all you want to look like...), you will stay in the hustle, far away from this freedom.
If you don't blend yourself into this landscape, you will keep in you mind the invisible chains of repression.
If you don't get naked, you will be just a visitor, and you will not be part of the landscape.