Driving with the windows down along Farrington Hwy at any time of the day you can hear the soothing serene call of the ocean

Driving with the windows down along Farrington Hwy at any time of the day you can hear the soothing serene call of the ocean. As the waves crash upon the glistening shoreline your nostrils will detect the salty mist mixing with the crisp breeze off of the sea. Traveling westbound, one beach in particular that will stand out from the rest and make you want to pull over to bask in it’s effortless beauty is Nanakuli Beach Park. Growing up just a walking distance away I spent most of my leisure time here.
In the first place, whether it was playing little league baseball on the lush green field throughout my childhood, the numerous family summer camping trips that lasted weeks upon weeks on the campsites, competitive horseshoe matches between family and friends in the horseshoe pit, last days of school year after year with my class, graduation parties, celebrations of life, days off from work, all the way to just running away from my worries and troubles this beach played a huge role in developing my individualistic character. My sense of free spirit and spontaneity definitely stems from the peaceful celestial air and rejuvenating salty sea water. As unsure as the tides are is similar to the way I indecisively linger through life. I like to start my days off refreshed and renewed. I spend most of my mornings here to prepare myself for the long tiresome day ahead. This being no different today, Thursday, September 20, 2018; the day I am writing this essay.
Given that, As I approach the entrance I am greeted warmly by the radiant sunlight who peaked it’s way above the horizon. The blazing light pierces through my cold skin and gives me an immediate boost of excitement. As I continued my quest into this subtle nature-built haven toward the beach; along the smoothly paved sidewalk, the sun worked his way up to the sky, distributing its powerful gleaming rays to everything at its sight. Myna birds were singing into my ear canals with gleeful cheers, roaming all around the vast open sky attempting to claim it for itself. Settled down on a beach front bench I observe as the sky sheds its color from dark hazy indigo to a bright shimmering blue sky. Taking in all this beauty, I felt a sense of nostalgia as I rustled back and forth through the collected memories in the cortex of my brain. Translucent clumps of clouds that covered the sky before slowly fainted away into thin air, the pristine clear waves glimmered like diamonds, and the icy waters began to heat up. My acidic stomach turned to its side as the pungent smell of decayed algae filled the air. The waves were singing me a mellifluous lullaby, making me reminisce my childhood and drawing me closer into them. They were inviting me in, with their everlasting arms wide opened. Putting my best foot forward the sand was a minefield of corals, with a collection of many diverse multi colored sea shells; however at the same time, the sand was a bed of blankets. The way the sand flowed onto my feet and out to the spaces between my toes made my heart somehow pound like a synchronized drum beat in a marching band. It was as delicate as a new born baby; the grains were so fine that it could not possibly be visible by the human eye. Each step I took made me feel even more liberated than the last. The mist from the crashing waves tingles my face as they meet. Closer and closer to the shore I feel a pit in my stomach start to emerge. Working its way throughout my body the turmoils and heartaches of my own start to leak out of my skin with the sweat that detoxifies my pores. I say a little prayer before taking a leap into the shallow shore. As I submerge myself into the warm calming waters I feel this sense of oneness in my soul. That pit that was once deep in the bowels of my stomach was no more. It had been overthrown by the peaceful silence of the mystique Hawaiian waters. Taking in the positivity and aura of the universe I allow myself to sink to the ocean floor. Starting from the tip top of my head I run my hands in a downward motion along the sides of my face, down my neck, feeling the current ripple through the division between my fingers I continue down my torso, the sides of my legs, down to my toes ridding myself of all the negativity that I harbor within. Already floating toward the surface I feel as light as a feather. My mind wiped completely of corruption and uncertainty; elevating myself back into the land above piercing through the surface I felt as if I was being born again. The, “HUH!” sound I made was similar to a baby’s first breath out of their mother’s womb. I felt so liberated and pure. I let my struggles set a drift and sent them as far in the direction contrary to myself as I could. The sun was now at it’s full peak. I could feel the same gleaming rays that once greeted me before. Like an ice cube in a glass of water I floated on my back, staring at the vast sky, thanking God and the universe for my life. Being thankful and wholesome I paddled and made my way back onto the shore. I sat there on the sand drenched in water feeling fully content with my life.
All in all, In every decision I make I ask myself if the outcome will have a similar sense of contentment. This beach has helped me to sculpt an expectation to every situation I am faced with; whether good or bad. It’s provided me with a tool I can use to rid myself of frustration. If you’re ever going through a rough patch in your life just take a nice drive down Farrington Hwy and take a life changing dip into the serene waters of Nanakuli Beach Park.