Slice of Life: 12-14-14

   I run back to the beach grinning, as my sister plays in the shallower ocean water. Our time in California has been fun, visiting friends and staying at a nice hotel, nothing has gone wrong. Not until now. I continue slowly making my way back to the refuge of the warm beach and sweet parents, trying to find the most efficient way to run in water up to your thighs. The waves are slow and small, an unusual thing for this beach.
    Suddenly, I hear my sister yell, half in excitement and half in being scared. She runs quickly back to our parents and leaves me in the cold water. Confused, I look to her, then spin around, only to see a large blob rising up. That blob was water. Lots of it. I increase my speed as I realize what is happening, think I might be able to get away from the huge, sudden wave. I don't see it, but I feel its presence behind me, my little mind tricking my senses into think that I am about to be swallowed by a monster.
     I hear the wave start to crash down just behind me and realize that it is too late to get to the beach. I take one last look at my petrified parents and get enveloped by the water.
My body spins.
Flailing in the white water.
I swing my arms around in an attempt to get back up.
The crashing noise stops.
The wave rolls on itself on the beach.
And my small nine-year-old body floats up to the top.
     I swing my head up violently and break the barrier of water up to the oxygen above. I try to gasp. I can't. I can't breath. Why can't I breath?!! I start to run back to my parents anyway. They start off to me.
     By the time I get to land, I can breath again, but before i was in so much shock that my body just didn't want to. My mom and dad hug a towel around me, continually asking if I am alright. I realize I am fine, and we slowly make our way back up to the hotel room.

Slice of Life: 12/3/14

It's not fair.

This isn't fair.

Why can't it be fair?

Practically everyone  has made these statements and asked these questions. It is a feeling that everyone has felt, and everyone wants to prevent from happening to themselves. The fact that everyone wants things to be fair for themselves is possibly the one 'drive' that any person is familiar with, because when life is fair, life is good. It is this drive to keep things fair that often limits everyone to stop and enjoy the truly beautiful things in life. I find that everything is much more enjoyable if I stop trying to make thing better for me than other people, and instead try be as non-judgmental as possible.

If anyone gets the picture reference, you are an accomplished human being. :)