The night I found out my Grandpa was dying was awful. I tossed and turned. I cried. I panicked. I wished I was home. Finally, around 2 a.m. I fell into a fitful sleep.
Fast forward 1.5 hours…I’m awake. At 3:30 a.m. I gathered an anicent c.d player, my blanket, and all my tears as I headed down to the dock. As I stood at the end of the withered wood I watched the seagulls flying against the wind. I thought this was so stupid. “Just fly with the wind!” I told them, as if they could understand. However an hour later after I had jumped into the cold morning water in my pajamas I realized I was a hyppocrite. The storm the gulls had been fighting created waves which I was now swimming against…how ironic. So as I swam, the sun rose, and I noticed that life is sort of all about swimming against the waves and laughing the whole time (because water is splashing in your face duh! More then that though, life is about jumping into the unknown because you know there is an intertube near by.
So fight the wind stupid seagulls. And I’ll be the idiot fighting the waves that I jumped into….at least I’m laughing =)