Waves

A little inspiration came about after watching a scene in a movie and I had to stop mid-movie and write it out! Love those moments!

The gentle lapping of the waves against his board was the only sound besides the crashing of them moments later on the shore. He loved this time of day, just as the sun came up. There was no one else for miles. No tourist seeking out his hidden cove. No other surfers either. Perhaps that had a lot to do with the lack of any killer waves but that was just fine for him. Caring less about the waves and more about the moments like this meant more in his later years than chasing after those waves. The pastel sunrise often left him in awe and reflecting about his life.

                In his teens all he could think about was catching the waves and the girls. Pretty Sarah Jean, the beautiful blonde from chemistry class, oh how he loved the way she planted her sweet little a*s on his lap just before class. He would be up with the sun, back then as well, but it was more to hit as many waves before first bell than anything. He was always in a rush in those days; rushing to school, rushing to third base, rushing to the next girl.

               In his twenties it was all about the next college party or the next experiment with drugs. He knew this kick a*s dealer that sold the best f*****g pot. It was Deborah Ann who showed him how to snort the white s**t. Man those trips with her were the best, and the sex was pretty wild too. How he every got through college was a mystery to him.

               In his thirties all the fun was sucked away by the monotonous routine of life. Getting up every morning and worshiping his favorite cup of coffee.  The caffeine coursing through his veins fueled his rushing and swerving through traffic. Bosses in those days seem to have an innate ability to cut off your balls and show you how much they were worth. Yeah, those days he truly didn’t miss.

               So here he was. Alone and floating on his board just out of reach of the breaking waves. He didn’t have much to show for his life except his memories. Too busy to worry about getting married or having a family he was left with nothing but himself and his board. It was funny how no one ever stops to tell you that working hard means nothing without someone to share it with. Well, that was the choices he had made. The decisions he has to live with.

               He looked down at the fading bruise on the back of his right hand. This was another reminder of what he had to look forward to. He made his final choice to stop all his treatments and live out his days here at the side of the sea. That was the first day of him really living. Finishing his days in paradise was the happiest decision of his life.         He was going to let the wave lull him to sleep. Allow nature to tell him when to go. 

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[WatcherInSilence]

"And in the end, it is not the moments in life, it is the way we choose to live out these moments".

I think your story reminded us all of the meaning of living out life at its fullest. Expertly written.