Waves

It's a funny feeling the first time something really hits you. Really hits you. It's like the floodgates have opened and the words begin to flow and you drop whatever you happen to be doing and just go with it. It's like being swept off your feet by a wave you never saw coming. You find yourself riding this wave, this surge of inspiration and momentum and you don't care where it takes you or where you'll end up. You simply let it run its course and take you where it wills. And when it finally sets you back on your feet in the sand, or lying belly-up in the surf, you look at this mess you've made and the ripples you've created and you feel amazing, exhilarated, and accomplished.

Standing there on the beach, trying to figure out what the heck just happened. Lost in the moment, lost in the thrill, acting on instinct, not thinking, just doing, just moving, going, feeling. Feeling.

And then you spend the rest of the day, or for some, the rest of your life wadding into the surf, paddling through the fire and foam, braving the incoming tide, searching for that perfect wave, for the next experience, for that feeling. To make that feeling become a reality again. You'll do whatever it takes to find it. Because there's really nothing quite like it.

You can't explain it. But you want it. You'll do anything to find it. And once you get it, you never let it go.