Waves

A day of a lot of self introspection. Sitting on the rocks on Bandstand at low tide, watching as wave upon wave hit the algae-enveloped rocks at my feet. It was the lack of uniformity that caught my attention at first as I sat there. As the waves come in, the water acts as one unit of force, not relenting, all in one direction, blown in by the larger force of wind and tide. It has no deviation, or control and it all moves as one large wave. It hits the rocks and it hits hard. With that impact, the water spreads in every imaginable direction, spraying with a large splashy sound, left, right everywhere. That large forceful 'unit' has now broken down into the smallest splashes that have no uniformity, and go wherever they wish to go.

A comparison to human beings in some ways. We all move with the crowd, without thought to which direction we're headed in. There's always this larger 'force' that takes control of our lives and where we run with it. Then at some point of time we are momentarily stopped by reality, we start to think for ourselves. Reality hits you like a hard roadblock, and you start thinking clearly for the very first time. You start thinking that maybe you don't wish to conform with the rest of them, and go along in the direction they are headed. You know you have to keep moving and maybe at that pace even, but you move for yourself, and not with the rest of the crowd. You have to take control of your own roads and find your own destination. And so when that reality, that moment of clarity hits you, you change lanes, you head anywhere but in that same direction. At first you have no idea where you're going, but it doesn't really matter much any more. You're in control. You look for your own way, the clearest paths that are built just for you. If you are lucky and search hard enough, you might just find them.


Darius Mistry