As the sun slammed its rays over me like a blanket from hell, I concluded that this, along with the horseflies and sweatbees, was an obstacle that seemed insurmountable.
Camp Hidden Lake is not seen instantaneously but is uncovered gradually as you follow the extensive, winding road. It is not uncommon to see a adult water moccasin resting in the grass, soaking up the sun. In fact, it would be an anomaly not to see one. Moreover, it’s egregious that the weather is having an identity crisis, considering the constant temperature shifts that occur. The air is normally stiff unless it’s about to rain. The aroma of rain eradicates the necessity for a meteorologist’s presence, honestly.
At my school, there’s definitely a dearth of like-minded people that I can associate myself with. The vibe given off is not only clamorous, but it drains me in every imaginable aspect. With that being said, you would normally find me during the summer at a Salvation Army camp, being refilled by simply gathering around people trying to pursue a better life. Like, it’s equivalent to your brain having its very own spa day. Can you imagine multiple wavelengths traveling in the same direction? People that actually understand you?
Contentment filled the air is I received the email saying that I got the job. “Ropes Course Assistant” is what it said in the email. Plus, it paid $250 a week. Easy money. It was there I met D’Wayne, a soon to be good friend of mine. One particular day, Ashley and I were bumping heads (she enjoys getting under my skin). The procedure on the ropes course is to make sure that the children are transferring correctly. They ask for permission to transfer, I say “watching.” They check it, and I say “clear” if it is clear. The same follows the second time around. However, today was especially aggravating.
“Permission to transfer 1?”
“Watching,” Ashley said, interrupting me.
Initially, something like that wouldn’t have even phased me. However, the night before, sleep and I fell into a huge argument, and she left me for that night, leaving me wide awake with nothing but a vivid imagination. In addition, the sun’s heat was relatively immense, so that didn’t ameliorate the situation at all. With me trying to juggle all of the tasks at hand while remaining optimistic, I tripped over Ashley’s annoyance and my positivity broke my fall, therefore altering my mood drastically. Silence clung to my vocal chords along with a blank countenance for the rest of the day.
As the day ended, I quickly hung up all of the material we had used for the day. The ropes, the carabiners, the captive eyes, were all into place. I attempted to close the day off, but I was hindered by D’Wayne calling my name. I went over there to see what was the matter.
“You can’t tell me when something isn’t wrong with you,” he said.
I merely shrugged.
“Listen, if someone can really alter your mood, change the way that you intended to behave, then you’ve lost. Never let someone determine who you’re going to be.”
Believe it or not, those 28 words moved mountains. In the midst of the anger, I found something that’s salient to remember. That it is your job to be yourself, and no one should be able to take that away from you.
This, my friends, is the bigger picture, and it’s crazy. It took being in the midst of chaos to find a key component that would ensure true serenity.