Last night Colin and I went to the beach. The main reason for us going was for me to meet his cousins. But we were also there to enjoy the good weather, huge waves, and each others company. After spending a couple hours with his family, we put on our suits and headed towards the water. Although it was late at night and the warm sun was done heating the water for the day, we were still very excited to go swimming. At first the water was cold. Since the sun went down, I was expecting to become colder as we continued to swim. But as we rode and drove into the waves, the water became warmer. We'd stand and the strong waves would knock us off our feet. I LOVE the power of the waves. How they can knock you down or drag you from one direction to the next. Although at times I had no control over my body, as it was being thrown around by the waves, I felt strong. I wanted to keep pushing forward. To break the waves. To defeat them.
I relate to this feeling in other situations other than the waves of the water. There have been numerous events that I have been hesitant of. Situation that I thought would get worst, colder, as time went on; only to find out later, with time, it gets better.
The situations when I am knocked down, knocked off my feet, because of a stronger power I should feel discouraged. But those occurrences that knock me down only motivate me more to pick myself up and keep pushing.
To beak the struggle or waves.
To defeat them.
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