My love for water.

During the summer I kayak the river a lot. Kayaking has the ability to be a very dangerous and deadly sport if you slip up for even one second. The adrenaline rush that comes from the wild experience of the river makes me feel truly alive. It’s as if a veil has been lifted from my eyes and suddenly I am awake for the first time. All of the petty everyday shit melts away and all that is left is me and the river as it wraps its self around me. The water around me is suddenly the only thing that exists or matters as the currents pull and push me this way and that. At that momen I feel the reality that I am also made mostly of water. I feel completely one with the river around me. I know that I could sink into the cold darkness of it and it would take me. Then the calm quiet turns to a deafening roar and the gravity suddenly grabs on hard, holding my body close to the crashing waves on the rocks. The feeling is amazing. It’s addictive and wild. It stirs something deep inside me that brings out the person I really am, and for that one moment on the water as the waves crash and threaten my very existence, I know exactly who I am.