I don't have one original thought in my head right now nor the words to produce anything. I can barely label my christmas cards to the right people. Life is once again doing what it does best--Zooming. That's okay though, I'm okay with zooming. I just don't like fast zooming.
I currently feel like I'm one of those kids sitting in shallows of the ocean letting the those, uh, mini waves--the after thoughts formed by the big, normal size waves--gently wash over me. They aren't powerful enough to disrupt, they mostly just feel nice, really nice, refreshing and sparkling. But of course, once in awhile there are those big waves. Powerful to carry enough force into the shallows and cause enough commotion to rattle any five year old.
The force throws you back, stinging salt water rushes up your nostrils, and your entire body is lifted like magic from the ground before being dragged to sea. Yet, somehow we always catch ourselves. You never get pulled out to sea. You always scramble to your belly and stand up only to realize the your enemy, your fear, was only a few inches tall.
Of coures I can relate this to something generalized and sentimental. Watch me.
Life acts similarly. Its comfortable because most of us stay in the shallows. But even in the shallows, big waves can unsettle all our equilibrium. Or what we think are big waves. We get used to the comfortability of our bubble life... then what appears to be a treacherous wave comes looming in, we to say quickly, freak out.
We get kind of beat up you could say and even displaced... but then instinctually we stand up (hopefully, unless you want to go off the deep end, hah and BAM, your daily pun served fresh from yours truly). But we stand up and we realize that from a higher perspective these waves are harmless.
Here's my reminder: Stand up.
