Metaphors for life

“I have only one thing to do and that’s to be the wave that I am and then sink back into the ocean.” -Fiona Apple

This one day about 10 months ago…I was in Lulworth Cove. It was an extremely cold, windy day. Very few tourists and they’re usually there no matter the season. I wandered along the shore to this cave. It was December and about 2*. I threw off my coat and marched right into the waves. The sea was violent that day. It was crashing against the cliffs so hard that the peaks of the waves just sort of…shattered into atoms. I forged ahead, battered by the waves, thrown to the stony ground, tumbled about under the fury. Sea water up my nose. It felt like the sea was laughing at me “little girl, who do you think you are?” I got back up again and I pushed against those waves. And then I marched back to the cave, put on my coat and went home.