Min passion: Wakeboarding

I am right in the middle of the ocean, just me, and my concentration. I am standing there on my beloved wakeboard, thinking about when my next move should be done. I take a big breath and closing my eyes, thinking about when the right moment is to throw myself up in the sky. I look at the wave, and now I know there is only one thing left for me to do. I am riding the ocean a few seconds before I hid the wave, the wave that is suppose to help me jump into happiness. I am jumping, and I feel the stir riding like a horse against me. In right that moment, I think to myself “this I my passion” there is nothing more satisfying then that feeling, when you feel the wind floating past your head, the call of the birds singing in your ears, and last but not least when you complete your jump, that you have been fighting to entire.

I hit the water and now is the time to for fill my passion, whit a very importing thing, saying to yourself “good job”.

This is my sort of passion, and commitment to life. I have done it most of my life, and it have become a very importing think, to make me fell better, not just with myself and those around me, but also my world and my surroundings. When I am wakeboarding everything around me is beautiful, and this gives me an incredible cheerfulness. My mind says to me “nothing can go wrong now that’s imposable, when life is this great what could possible go wrong then?” This is a very special feeling, and it only comes now and then when I am wakeboarding. It is inconceivable, and on the face of it, this seems reasonable on my behave. But if you take another look at it, it does not seems reasonable against the rest of the world, just because I am wakeboarding, then nothing can go wrong? That is really up to the individual person, but I truly love the feeling!