Riptide

Riptide

Hearing the ocean’s riptide has to be the most calming thing there is. Each wave produces a completely different sound but somehow it has the same soothing rhythm.

Sometimes I wish my life was a bit more like the ocean’s riptide.

I wish there was more consistency in it, I wish it was had a predicable sound, I wish listening to it was relaxing.

But then it wouldn’t be life, now would it?

No, because life’s not about predictability or consistency. No, life’s about moving and adapting. But oh, God, how bad do I suck at moving and adapting. But if there’s non of it, then life’s boring and I suck at being bored more than I suck at moving and adapting. So, I must choose, I must settle for life. As weird as it may sound.

Because life is more like a riptide than I can imagine.

When you’re stroke by a wave and you get caught up inside the riptide there’s a moment when you don’t know which way is up and which way is down and what you must do is let yourself go and hope to be heading up.

That’s life.

It may not be soothing —because being inside the riptide is not what’s soothing, hearing the riptide is— but it sure as hell is entertaining.