Yesterday I told you about the accident that I experienced and today I was faced with yet another test. After the accident I was fortunate to have my parents send me off in their Camry, which was super cool of them. I got to the beach to surf before my first meeting with a client, I suit up and paddle out. Shortly after I get out of the water, I notice a my towel is missing, only to see it on the head of some homeless guy. My towel had my car keys in it.
So, I confronted the homeless guy about the towel and he gave me my towel back. When I asked him about my keys he said he had no idea. So here I was the day after a car accident, having lost my keys thanks to some homeless guy who decided to walk off with my towel. In the sand, trying to find these keys is a nightmare and ultimately a lost cause. However, I decided to waste the next 3 hours looking for the keys, even though my dad said he was going to come to bring me another key.
As I was doing this, another surfer walked up, who I had met once before. He helped me for a few minutes and then offered to let me use the phone at his place, so I could call somebody. He told me to check with him after he surfed, and even suggested I should just paddle back out and keep surfing, since I wouldn’t find the keys anyways. I of course chose to keep looking for the keys.
Why the Universe might be telling me to surf
My friend who’s couch I“m crashing on said, ”I love it. It’s like the universe just keeps telling you to go surf.“ If had I would have gotten another 3 good hours of surfing, which would have made a thousand times happier than endlessly searching for these keys when I knew my dad was going to be coming later with another set.
So, what the hell is the point this ridiculous story? I guess it’s that sometimes you just have to let it all go, and forget about all the drama, and all the bullshit in your life. After realizing I looked for the keys 4 times, it might be to teach me that insanity really is doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result. That’s the only real conclusion I can draw from this incident. I guess the keys could be a metaphor for something. I’d love to hear what anybody thinks about this.
Are you still taking comments? This post is so real -- we speak eloquently about accepting what is, letting go of control, and then our keys get lost in the sand........
I bet the lesson from the Universe here is: go easy on yourself when you lose some surfing time because you "had" to find your keys.
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