Surf'in USA
Well, i went Windsurfing 3 weeks ago, as as usual in recent times, i'm writing in ultra retrospective mode about historical events. Sigh
Anyway, i still remember that wretched day out in the sea, oh yes.. tat wretched day. I will never forget. No Mdm, i will not. As i picture that surfboard in my head, other elements of that wretched day starts flooding my mind, against my will. So it makes it easy to write about something 3-weeks old.
Windsurfing, beautiful when you have acquired the mastery, but atrocious at the start; naturally, i had an atrocious time struggling and roughing out at sea. My whole shin and knee was bruised (badly) from repeated attempts to climb up the surfboard whenever i fall. My body was charged with fatigue and mind battered by the current.
But somewhere in between the battering by the waves, i was struck bythe similarity between windsurfing and life:
About how in life, there will always be currents tat wash u away, but these current could be ridden on, to propel u further into the deep ocean- its only a matter of how well u ride the current.
And this ability to ride the current, depends on ur own diligence, strength ( in lifting the heavy mast and sail up from the waters), and determination.
Occasionally, a little luck in the weather environment helps to make the experience a "breeze" but on the other hand, the going gets tougher in harsh weathers.
Such weather conditions do not give a damn if you are a beginner. All the more, it endeavours to swallow you and bring you down when you're green and out. You can plead and tell the sea that you're a beginner and so, the current should smoothen and make things easier for you, but hey, u try talking to the big sea, see if anything happens ( there's only one Moses, and he ain't you).
Each bruise that you receive, is a valour badge indicating your determination to succeed.
Lastly, if the current's absolutely impossible to ride ( which we had in the later half of our session) and the current just refuses to smoothen after hours, just admit that its a bad day, pack your sail and go home. Tomolo might be a better day to try and conquer the waves.
And that's why i'm adamant to go windsurfing again by 22 May before my free 1 month membership is up.
Dun ask me why i could think so clearly in the sea despite being beaten senseless by the waves.
Another wish on the list (and i learn that there's no wishing in this game) - tat the sea water taste less salty and more delicious.
Actually, i have absolutely no interest in this sport, its because of something of the distant past that triggered my interest. And now, i'm determined to have my name written all over this sport, in me.
PS:
I've put so much hyped in my upcoming employment details tat i'm quite sick of hearing questions fielded towards me, about work and my future.
Because i've reach the stage beyond excitement; its called non-chalence and silence.
I'm also tired of telling people about my Europe plans; its the same story tat i hear myself saying everytime. Just let me go.
Anyway, i still remember that wretched day out in the sea, oh yes.. tat wretched day. I will never forget. No Mdm, i will not. As i picture that surfboard in my head, other elements of that wretched day starts flooding my mind, against my will. So it makes it easy to write about something 3-weeks old.
Windsurfing, beautiful when you have acquired the mastery, but atrocious at the start; naturally, i had an atrocious time struggling and roughing out at sea. My whole shin and knee was bruised (badly) from repeated attempts to climb up the surfboard whenever i fall. My body was charged with fatigue and mind battered by the current.
But somewhere in between the battering by the waves, i was struck bythe similarity between windsurfing and life:
About how in life, there will always be currents tat wash u away, but these current could be ridden on, to propel u further into the deep ocean- its only a matter of how well u ride the current.
And this ability to ride the current, depends on ur own diligence, strength ( in lifting the heavy mast and sail up from the waters), and determination.
Occasionally, a little luck in the weather environment helps to make the experience a "breeze" but on the other hand, the going gets tougher in harsh weathers.
Such weather conditions do not give a damn if you are a beginner. All the more, it endeavours to swallow you and bring you down when you're green and out. You can plead and tell the sea that you're a beginner and so, the current should smoothen and make things easier for you, but hey, u try talking to the big sea, see if anything happens ( there's only one Moses, and he ain't you).
Each bruise that you receive, is a valour badge indicating your determination to succeed.
Lastly, if the current's absolutely impossible to ride ( which we had in the later half of our session) and the current just refuses to smoothen after hours, just admit that its a bad day, pack your sail and go home. Tomolo might be a better day to try and conquer the waves.
And that's why i'm adamant to go windsurfing again by 22 May before my free 1 month membership is up.
Dun ask me why i could think so clearly in the sea despite being beaten senseless by the waves.
Another wish on the list (and i learn that there's no wishing in this game) - tat the sea water taste less salty and more delicious.
Actually, i have absolutely no interest in this sport, its because of something of the distant past that triggered my interest. And now, i'm determined to have my name written all over this sport, in me.
PS:
I've put so much hyped in my upcoming employment details tat i'm quite sick of hearing questions fielded towards me, about work and my future.
Because i've reach the stage beyond excitement; its called non-chalence and silence.
I'm also tired of telling people about my Europe plans; its the same story tat i hear myself saying everytime. Just let me go.
posted by ernie bernie at 9:08 PM
2 Comments:
Woahhh....I'm so intrigued by ur windsurfing narration. Need sth tt challenges my mind. Wld this be it?
*blush*
If it is in one way or another, i will be honoured.
It almost like a lesson preparing us of life beyond these walls in school- and it takes a sport like Windsurfing to teach us something tat accounting can't.
A theme relevant that you might wanna consider.
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