Is that saw the ocean for the first time was just two years ago.

My feet crunched 

step by step

as I journeyed towards the crashing waves of salty water.

Was I scared at first?

Yes.

Of the unknown and unforeseeable future lying ahead of me.

The secrets it holds

the fear it builds in me

making me want to turn around with every step I take,

yet still not strong enough to draw me back to my safe shore.

Eventually,

with excessive amounts of encouragement,

and a loss of patients from my parents,

I made it to that ocean shore.

Still filled with undesirable doubt

I had been proven wrong

as the songs of crashing waves,

sun filled hugs,

and antys little fish 

greeted me as I took my first steps onto such new province.

I know, it’s just an ocean.

Babies make those same very steps everyday

as I stood a whole thirteen years older than them all

shaking with panic

about something many consider to be a small or insignificant accomplishment.

That's the thing,

it is moments like those 

standing on that beach

where I find myself resorting to find triumph through adversity

as I still

two years later

find myself on that same very beach

no matter the actual distance I may have from it,

and it is the waves of my unforgettable conquest

such as my beach journey

that continue to carry me today.