A Disguised Pebble

     "Ya know what? FINE! I'll do it ok?! Just leave me alone." I yelled as I slammed the heavy oak door behind me.

     As usual I felt the familiar feeling of constraint. The undeniable application of extreme amounts of obligation and pressure laid on the unrequited shoulders of my five foot self. 

     I stormed through the cluttered garage, snapped up my skateboard, and jammed in my headphones just before I could hear him try to call me back inside. 

     'Oh really? You want me to come back inside? Ya, well your gonna have to catch me first..." I thought to myself as I pushed off the pavement five times and began flying down the hill at an accelerating pace.

    The wind whipped through my hair and I breathed deeply, allowing the air to swirl in my lungs and repair the worn patches that had become sore from too much screaming. It felt good, it always felt good.

     I've always had a passion for going as fast as I possibly can, not theoretically, logically. I love speed. No, not the kind where you go 100 miles an hour in a car, heck you can't feel speed in an enclosed container like that. I like the speed I can feel under my feet and through my hair. To feel the wheels spin continuously under my weight on the graveled pavement, to feel the snow crunch and give as my skis glide flawlessly over it, to feel the power of a wave carry me along its path. I like speed that can be felt not seen.

     Its what I love to do but ever since Ive been a kid, its never been about what I love to do. Its about what was planned ahead of time for me. Whether I like it or not they put in the time and money and I am going to follow through with their plans for my life or I'm gonna die trying.

     I heaved a sigh and continued down the other side of the hill, somehow managing to blast dub step in my ears and still focus on my personal life issues as well.

     As I came down the hill I adjusted my feet into position and began snapping small turns each way, feeling the board bend and move to my commands. Naturally my arms found themselves in the air as I juggled balancing my self and keeping my board level. 

     A moment later I rolled to a peaceful halt at the bottom of the hill and took the liberty of sitting down for a moment. I pulled out my headphones and tossed them in the grass, still hearing the echo of the amplified voices drifting along the breezy current. Shuffling my feet slightly, I sat on the rough grip tape of my skateboard and rolled back and forth along the gravel for a minute, breathing in the sweet smell of honey suckles being wafted from the forest along the summer breeze. 

     While doing so I examined that while the board was moving at a slower pace, it tended to hit the the uneven gravel roughly. Each time I rolled sideways, I found my self being nearly knocked off because the wheels could not accept the full shock of rolling over the uneven gravel at a slower pace than normal. While on the other hand, while gliding down a hill at a fast pace, this 'uneven gravel' was nonexistent. 

     Deep in thought I pondered how this applied to real life. I came to the realization that when you face your problems, you need to do it quickly and with complete confidence. If you wander in slowly and timidly, you'll get knocked off you board. You need to take life by the horns and take a chance. If you approach everything like you've got all day you'll run into road blocks. But if you choose to do it fast and confidently, those remedial boulders will turn into tiny pebbles that while moving quickly, you will easily run over without feeling the effects. It makes you wonder all along, 'was that really a boulder the whole time or did I turn it into one?'

     As I climbed the rolling hills to the foot of my favored home I prepared myself to face my disguised pebble, the boulder in my life.

Author's Note

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