#42 - THE OCEAN

I recently went to the Beach for a Tae Kwon Do tournament, about an hour from where I live. I hate sleeping in the hotel, but I have fond memories nonetheless. Particularly the beach... 

Although the sand was mildly irritating to walk in due to its course nature, it was fun to kick it around when it was dry. The most fascinating part was the ocean. Just staring into the horizon and seeing miles of water, nothing else. Looking side to side, just more beach, and a giant pier for harboring boats.

The ocean's roar was loud, and when I stood next to her, she would try swallowing me in by the feet with her cold touch. I could truly feel the might of the waves in that moment. The sand was riddled with all sorts of shattered shells... I wonder what each of those shells once contained?

I also have a rather unpleasant memory of my mother insulting me, saying I was a hypocrite... It made me really angry, but escalating won't solve anything, so I kept it to myself. This sort of thing happens rather frequently, and it makes me feel powerless and humiliated. But all I can do is try my best and hope things work out.

At the tournament of course, I was rather lucky because I had a master from another school help me with my form, along with a classmate... I didn't place though, since the competition is so intense, with everyone from across the country coming in. 

But anyway, the master told me to practice like you're at the tournament for real, don't go through the motions. Every move has a purpose, so act with intention. It's just like that old saying, isn't it..?

NIHIL EST SINE RATIONE