Treading water

The world looks so big to us 20-somethings. The roads are plenty; and like the city of Boston, full of one ways, round-abouts and redundancies. It's the journey that matters, right? Relationships are tricky. Even friendships are subject to change. Most of us have spent the later 20 or so years school where the goal was to get good grades and do well in sports. Study for a Test and get an A. Go to Practice, and win the game. Isn't it all a game?

 

I remember this game I played with my friends when we would go to Old Silver Back Beach. Chris's little brother, Dave would stand on the beach with a small, pick rubber ball.We would be out in the water, far enough to be treading water, but not past the sand bar yet. Dave would then throw the ball towards us and we'd swim as fast as we could to the ball. The person who picked it up first and threw it back to Dave, won. We didn't keep score or anything. Dave would throw it. 15 or so yards aways in the water, and I'd dive and swim towards it with all my might. Like a beacon, the little pink ball bobbed up and down out of the Atlantic ocean.

 

So what am I doing? I'm just treading water right now, waiting for that pink rubber ball to be thrown.