The waves were crashing, the sand was wet, the sun was glaring off the water line. This is one of my earliest childhood memories. The ocean has been a part of my childhood and a symbol of my identity for as long as I can remember. The ocean's unknown depths have always scared me, but also have been comforting in so many unfamiliar ways. I was raised, always on the sand staring at the waves crashing. The Pacific Ocean was my playground to splash around in the waves and dig holes to bury myself in. For as long as I can remember, the moment I felt the ocean breeze and the salty water, I was in my own world. I was raised in a family of surfers whose whole lives were surrounded by the time of the day they could go and surf. A moment to forget about …show more content…
I would spend so long trying to make it out past the break and would keep getting pushed back. I would be frustrated and upset but over many years I learned how to stay strong and keep pushing. I grew stronger both physically and mentally and began to make it out to the big waves. Surfing has taught me the importance of how I have to keep pushing and give everything my best and everything good will follow. After all the hard work, I finally enjoyed sitting out in the waves and being truly free. As I got older, I had periods of times where I would surf nonstop rather than stop for weeks at a time. I began to grow up and develop more responsibilities and …show more content…
I went months without surfing or being in the ocean and was in a constant cycle of being busy. I stopped making time for my hobbies and what I truly enjoy in life. I had no outlet for my stress or anything to take my mind off all that was going on in my life. I began to lose sight of what truly mattered in life and also slowly lost a part of myself. One day, I had just gotten off work and was driving along the coast staring at the light bouncing off the water line and the surfers playing in the waves. As I am staring off on the horizon I realise how much I had allowed myself to get consumed by everything crazy in my life and how in all that I lost what truly mattered to me. I pulled over into the pipes parking lot and changed into my shorts and went down to the water. I began to walk down the creaky wooden steps as the ocean breeze hit my face for what felt like the first time. I set my stuff down and walked into the water to go swim in the waves. The second I jumped into the ocean and was floating there, I felt at peace once again. The first time I had truly felt at peace in months and could leave everything behind and just be present in the
The white loose sand shifted easily under my feet as I skipped to the water's edge. The transparent blue water allowed the sunlight to dance and sway throughout the water column. As I stepped into the surf, a sense of euphoria washed over me and any stress I harbored disappeared in that second. I walked further out to the reef and caught a glimpse of the underwater world that enticed me to dive down for a closer view. Once I equipped my snorkel and dipped below the water's surface, I uncovered an incredible sight.
As I watch, the waves from the shore look fun and almost innocent as they crest and then crash over one another. I can taste the salt in they air and watch little rainbows glisten through the prisms of the ocean’s spray. The warm ocean water toward the shore is covered with foam and bubbles from the rumbling waves as children and their families play in the gritty tan colored sand. I think to myself, “This is perfect”.
It was perfect weather out for a day at the beach. The clear sky didn’t have a single cloud to block the rays of the radiant sun. I could sense the feeling of ultra relaxation from the outstretched deep blue canopy above and the penetrating warmth that emanated from the sky and wrapped around my skin like a warm blanket on a cold winter’s night. Every once in a while a cool breeze would pass by and ease away the sun’s intense heat bath for brief moment. I could feel grains of sand gently brush over the top of my feet with each gust of wind. The crisp ocean wind flowed through my nasal cavity and stung the inside of my nose. My lungs quivered in surprise at how light and fresh the air was since it was not drudgingly thick with smog or other pollutants. As the salty smell of the water hit my nose, I thought about all the time I had spent waiting in anticipation to get that first refreshing whiff of ocean air that confirmed arrival and signaled the beginning of another exceptional beach experience.
I know im behind but im trying to study on what to major in. My dad Is a tailor, hell sow my pants when it has a hole or shortened my jeans he found his talent, my mom also does the same but shes also a chef she found her talent. I'm not in a rush yet but I should be serious and find out what I really want to do after college. Like I said being the middle child is rough but I will not give up. I know that I try my hardest at whatever I do if its school, work, cooperating with friends im well behave in all levels of
A mere glimpse of the ocean through the trees changed my life. It was 6 A.M. on a Saturday in July when I saw it. Typically, my mind is whirring with thoughts and anxieties, never ceasing or quieting, but for this, they went silent. The Bay Area of California was my childhood fantasy. Other girls wanted to be princesses; I wanted to watch the fog swim across the ocean from the Ferry Building, holding my grandpa's hand and inhaling the San Francisco air.
Back in High School I could not even see myself pursuing any goals that I had set. I got pregnant at sixteen, and decided to drop out of school so I could work full-time to support my family. Needless to say, my mom was not happy. She had worked so hard for my future. I realized the only way to ensure my family’s future was through higher education. Knowing that was the key factor to happiness I enrolled at SCALE (an adult program from Somerville High School). Currently I have a rewarding job working in a Day Care for Catholic Charities. I help kids learn about the world through play. For me, that has been about as close to “right livelihood” as I have ever enjoyed.
My brother called to me and told me to keep pushing through, to be courteous of other surfers and not to give up. I paddled out making sure I was not in any other surfer’s direct line and paddling away when they were catching a wave near me. I was exhausted by the time I figured out how to get past the breaking waves and more experienced surfers. I even struggled learning to keep my balance when sitting on the board waiting for waves and whenever my brother tried to instruct me I didn’t understand what he was talking about. To say the least my first time out on the water was not a successful
I run and jump head first into the seemingly limitless pool of water; the impact of the majestic ocean takes my breath away, forgetting about the stressful directives of life with a sense of deliverance. The water's crushing force pulls on my skin driving me into the daring deep side of the ocean that starts a shimmering rush of excitement into my body. Once I reach the top, I lay back floating as my mind starts to unwind; my thoughts become as light and soft as a feather. The ocean feels like a soft protective blanket, shifting me from side to side, like a baby's cradle, while the waves sing to me a
Growing up as a kid I had no sense of the real world. I woke up, went to school every day, and saw the same kids I saw every single day for 12 years. Life didn’t change a whole lot while being a kid. Yeah I had my experience with death, personal mistakes, and “hardships” along the road to transform me into to where I am now. Everything that I have seen in my life made me the man I am today, and good or bad I am forever grateful for that. It only makes sense I give a little background of myself before I start talking about the emergence of becoming my adulthood. I grew up in a primarily white middle-class neighborhood that was filled with kids that worked a hell of a lot harder than I did. Starting elementary school I was loud, obnoxious, and
I remember parking my car on the side of Ocean Drive, admiring the view in front of me. Mentally, I was preparing myself for the journey that was to come from my first time at a beach in Miami. Walking towards the beach, I watched beautiful people having the time of their lives. There were locals jogging and enjoying the sun, while tourists were sight seeing, admiring their surroundings. The warmth on my feet as I walked through the sand brought forth feelings of excitement, knowing that my day would be very satisfying.
I couldn’t wait to boat with the calm, soothing tides, rocking our boat like it is a cradle. By the time we got to the beach, I couldn’t take it anymore. I ran down the beach and plunged into the water. It felt just how i thoght it would feel. I ran back onto the beach and sat down on my beach towel to sunbathe.
Personally, I always liked water, but I could never swim in a way that allowed me to say I knew how. During my years I had never once gone to the deeper part of the pool, in any place that had one. I was too afraid, and even to this day I fear slowly falling to the bottom of some dark and cold water filled lagoon. This experience, though, helped to lessen that fear, and in some way makes me understand that my fears of drowning are only real if I let them be. From the beginning of the summer I needed try my best to understand how not to drown, for once I knew how to not drown I could learn how to swim.
Ever since I came to know about psychology, my fascination for the subject has only grown and intensified. So, I did not think twice when I chose to do a major in psychology. So began my journey to becoming a psychologist. After hours of research and writing multiple college essays, I found the best suitable match. However, before coming to Monash, I had seven spare months.
Flash back to 1996 to when I was born, or less importantly when the Olympics were held in Atlanta, the minimum wage was raised to five dollars and 15 cents an hour, or the Spice Girls finally got a number one hit song. Unfortunately this is not a story about the Spice Girls’ climb to stardom, but is simply a story about my life and how I rose to the top. Well, how I rose to the top of my failures.
Abstract This body of literature has been gathered to help study the effects of migration on identity development, highlighting the connection between childhood and identity development. Together, these bodies of literature analyze the psychological effects of migration while also introducing the term of third culture kids. This study looks at the family structure of the third culture person, the language skills, and mental health status. The research consist of both quantitate and qualitative data collection methods through both personal interviews and surveys, addressing issues of cultural complexity and the politics of identity, cultural diversity, integration and new visions of national identity and citizenship.