Pushing Forward BY
SIYONA AGARWAL
Waves crash on the San Sebastian shore.
I dart through the waves, my wet black curls spring around my head like a dozen slinkies.
I push forward and reach the perfect spot where the waves are just the right size.
Not too big but not too small.
In the distance, a wave rolls towards me.
It is a topaz blanket shimmering around me. The wave comes towards me, gentle yet powerful like an elephant.
Climbing onto my surfboard, I push off and glide across the wave, leaning forward, sailing past the other kids. My board a knife cutting through the waves sliding smoothly towards the shore. I watch them all surfing on the water.
I can't help but feel that I am big but small, important but meaningless, but there is always something pushing me forward.