Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Wait for iiiiiiiiit! ( The Perfect Wave or the Pounding)
I have also observed that there is more than one way to approach this challenge. I notice that some surfers seem to glory in the experience, drinking deeply of the exhilaration, while frequently drinking deeply of the salt after a particularly impressive wipeout. This does nothing to hinder their enthusiasm, nor does it frighten them away from tackling the next big one to come along.
These are the type I love to watch. They seem equally oblivious to the show they are giving me as they are to the consequences of their risk-taking; the adventure is all about them and their pursuit of the great ride.
A higher percentage of surfers belong in another category. I call them the drifters. They may have told all their friends, 'I am going surfing today', but they are all talk and no show. While sunning themselves like sea lions, they float on their boards for hours at a time, seemingly waiting for the perfect wave that, in their minds, must never come.
What are they really waiting for? Do they think they will become expert without taking a few chances? Failure is part of the process. Experimentation is the precursor to success. A few good poundings are the price to be paid.
Maybe I am not one to talk. I can never see myself venturing out into the surf that way. Certainly I would fall into the latter category, hoping for a little sun on my face as the only reward for the day.
But I hope that as a metaphor for life, that I belong in the first group; that I am venturing into deeper, more challenging water, for that is where the true opportunities lie. Youth is fleeting, in fact in my case, it has pretty much flown. I am all too aware that life is short and the time for boldness is now. It is time to grab my board and go head first into the pounding surf. I may not successfully ride the first wave. Nor the second one either. But I still intend to keep on trying, clutching tightly to the hope of "The Big One".
If nothing else, I intend to recapture the joy of play.
Another lesson I have learned from the surfers? Regardless of the number of successful rides, everyone gets thumped and bruised by the erratic, sneaky waves anyway. So why not take a few risks?