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The beach

To some, it’s vacation.  A getaway from the hard stressful life of home.  To others, it’s life.  Vacations are inland.   To me?  It’s a necessity.  The Beach is a vital part of my life.  I don’t live there…  but it has helped shape me into the person I’ve become.  Even today, I find myself in awe, in wonder, every time I go to the beach and listen to the waves.

At times, the beach seems like a getaway.  Other times, it’s a close friend.  Sometimes, even your worst enemy.  I think my favorite part of the beach is the ocean.  So vast, so strong, and yet so playful.  It’s why I come to the beach, and it’s the part I miss the most when I leave.  Even so, I’ve had a few close calls that made me scared of the ocean, and the waves.  Even now, the fear is there, but my love for the ocean normally overshadows it.

When I was younger, my dad would take me out boogey boarding.  We have quite a few boards now, and I was always so small.  But I still loved it.  For the longest time, I thought that’s everything I would do at the beach.  Just go in the water, and boogey board.  I always felt like I was on top of the world.  All that changed, the first time I got pulled under by a wave.

It was one of the scariest times of my life.  As young as I was, though, of course, I blame the wave more than I blame my own decisions.  I had started going out to boogey board by myself, (and I always thought I knew the best waves.)  One time, I was paddling back to the “open” area of the ocean, past the waves, when a wave  was coming, hadn’t broken yet.  I had swam over (on top of the boogey board) a few others like it, so I decided to go over it.  I kicked hard, cause I knew it would break soon; harder and harder.  Once I got vertical, I knew something was wrong.  Very wrong.  About a second later, I was flipped over backwards, and closed my eyes.  Water was surging all around my head and I could feel myself getting pulled with the wave.  I was holding my breath, but I was certain that I would die, then and there.  I don’t know exactly how long I was under the water, it was no more than a few minutes; once I got out, I was all the way to shore.  I got up, breathing heavily, very scared.  I was so, so very glad that I survived, and I did not go back out in the water for a long time.  At least the rest of that beach trip.  I resorted to playing in the sand.

Eventually, I got over it, and started playing in the water again.  But that fear was still there for a long time.  A while later, it happened a second time.  However, I don’t remember that one as vividly.  All I do know, is I eventually stopped boogey boarding for a while.  I played in the sand more, and the water less.

Eventually, I started taking these long long walks on the beach.  My feet (and legs) would always hurt after these walks, but I love them.  So much that now I do at least one every beach trip.  And, I learn a LOT on these walks.  I learned what Veal tasted like, I had some sodas, learned about Bocce Ball, and ladder ball, and many others.  Sometimes I talk to myself and discuss things, other times I just listen to the waves.  All in all, it’s a wonderful experience.  I meet people, learn new things see new sights, and always enjoy it.

There’s also a little-known fact about me.  When I listen to the waves, no matter how angry I am, it calms me.  I don’t know what it is, whether it’s the constant sound, or the grace, or what…  but it always does calm me.  Sometimes, the only thing I come for is that sound.  The sound of the waves, and the wind.  I really can’t get enough of it.  Calming, but also empowering.  At the end of my walks, I’m always tired, and legs and feet hurt.  But, the sound of those waves keeps me going.  I feel like I can do anything with the waves there.  Anything.

Part of me believes I’m connected to water in a deeper level  A much deeper level.  That if I could awaken the “powers” I have, that I could do wondrous things.  Another part of me sees the interconnected life web every time I’m out there, walking.  How we all exist, simultaneously, in the same world; how all of us work together to create and live in this world.

The beach is a vacation to some, and everyday life to others.  To me, the beach is a Sanctuary.  It’s a place I can go to get rid of my stress, begin anew, and really think about this world.  It has become such an important part of my life, that even though I’m obsessed with Pikachu, and with Computers…  the Beach can still pull me away.  It still has this awesome power to pull me to it, no matter the challenge.  To this day, I still find awesome power when I’m here.  I feel closer to God, I feel needed, I feel the pains and troubles of the world.  The beach is the one place that I can truly be me.

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