Talk to Fa

It was a windy day. The waves were big and rough. The tide was high. I swam a bit far away from the shore, where my feet didn’t touch the ground. I was floating and waiting for a big wave to wash me back to shore, but all I was getting were mellow waves. I was starting to get impatient and tired. I needed to reserve my stamina to catch the big wave and get to where I needed to be. I surrendered and resisted the urge to fight the flow.

Finally, a big wave rose above me. I felt the lift and went with it. But it was so big I got swallowed up by it. It was kinda fun. I enjoyed the loss of control. It’s easier when I completely let go and let the wave do its thing to me. I had no choice but to surrender. And when I came out of the wipeout, I realized I was back at the shore, covered in sand and seaweeds.

The ocean teaches me so much. Looking at the waves from far away, they look big and scary. But when I step in, it’s often not all that bad, if I can relax and dance with the flow. It’s exciting when I see a big wave coming towards me. The fact that I can dive in under and come out on the other side like nothing happened is really cool.