By: Payton M. Ishmael
Oh how salt water burns my eyes. I absolutely adore jumping over and through the sun-kissed waves, but as soon as the salty liquid seeps into my eyes, ouch ouch ouch. The sting is pertinent enough to discourage me from ever opening my eyes again for fear that the pain will worsen. I then float blindly, as wave after wave continues to crash upon me, causing an even greater discomfort to my already-closed eyes.
It’s memories like this week, though, that make the burn seem very well worth it; Spending time with amazing ladies to celebrate the pursuit of happiness of our dear friend, Brandy. Laughing at foreign styles, smiling beneath the sunshine, and giggling with an over-abundance of contentment is a most-desirable place to be.
Well worth the sting of the salty ocean too was the time I spent in Miami a couple years ago with my grandparents. Anna laughed as Poppy and immersed ourselves into every single white cap that rolled its way to the sandy shore.
The same is true of life; sometimes with happiness comes a little bit of sting. Just recently I tried to have the best of both worlds. I tried to enjoy the ‘ocean’ while still keeping my ‘eyes closed.’ Metaphorically speaking, I knew that if I opened my eyes, the burn was sure to come. Although I’d most certainly be able to fully enjoy the salty kisses of the crystal clear waters, I’d have to endure the almost-unbearable burn that accompanied.
Lesson learned, that’s an easy way to drown.
In the future, I realize the importance of walking boldly, with no hesitation, accepting the sting of doing what is right and honest. It may hurt a little bit, but it far outweighs the tragedy of drowning lifelessly in a sea of bad decisions.
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