descriptive writing:

Imagine a place where majestic beauty is disturbed by ruin and choas but still lives in harmony. We depend on it for survival and yet abuse it for a thanks in return. First, think of the its power. It roars like thunder in a storm then calms its waters with a soothing, melodic song. The waves rock the soft sand back and forth while green sea kelp dance in sync. A thin layer of white foam flows onto the the shoreline, reaching for higher ground but gets pulled back by the seas hand. A cool breeze drifts through your hair and fingers. You can taste the bitter salt crystals flowing in between the corners of your lips. It causes the green palm trees to shimmy and shake until a plump coconut has been released from its mother. After performing a welcoming hula, a pure seagull perches ontop of the leaves to rests his wings. Under the busy surface is a vibrant colony of life. Coral that are dyed by the colors of the rainbow glistened under the warm rays of the golden sun. Flounders burrow themselves under the soft bed of grains. Orange crabs walk among the ocean floor, looking for things to do. Grungy eels poke their heads in and out of dark crevaces to spook its neighbors. Tropical fish swim in unison searching for a comforatable place to eat algae. Dolphins backflip in happiness and screech for the joy of life.
Life at sea is a beatiful one; one that provides us with eveything we need. Sadly, we abuse it after all its done for us. You can't tell by just looking at the surface of its beauty, but look a little deeper. Its heart is pure but we have polluted it with intoxicating debris that gradually suffocates every breath that it takes. Greasy oil clogs its vessels while chunks of garbage have to be broken down into cleaner substances. The ocean has be sustaining itself since the beggining of times but its tired and worn out. It can't do it alone so we need to help. It has supplied us with wonderful activities, a place to stay, and food. We have to take care of it for a thanks in return. If not, the ocean will die.

reflection:

As I look back and read through my previous posts, I noticed that I related every one to my experience in how I'm trying to cope with my injury. Perhaps my writing reflects this certain experience because it means the most to me and is always on my mind. Average girls would probably be more concerned about their boyfriends, or the way they look, or other social clicks. But thats what I used to be. I used to be so hung up on the things that aren't that important and didn't realize that life by itself should be the main concern to everyone. The little things that give us happiness for a few seconds mean nothing compared to the big stuff. Going to a school like Punahou, we take it our life for granted because we have the money, facilities, and the "best" of the "best." I never really realized how much I had until I lost it. My posts express how much volleyball meant to me and how God is teaching me things through the experience. I can't tell you how hard it is when you are told that you can do something because of a physical reason. I hated being told that I was short and had no chance of being an outside hitter for college. I hated being told that I wasn't good enough. I hated not being the best. That's why I constantly spent most of my life around this sport; I wanted to be the best. I really hope that other people will never have to go through what I had to go through. Ultimately, I'm trying to tell people to put God first in your life because that is how to be sucessful in life. By succesful I don't nessicarily mean rich or popular, but satisfied because you did your best and God will always love you. No matter how bad you think you performed in your life, if you gave it your best shot, then you are successful in God's eyes. I always thought sucess meant being the best, but it's not.