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It Is What It Is

It is what it is. Simple. Yet, we cannot accept it. We refuse it. We resist it. We fight it. We wish that it could be what it’s not. We insist on changing it even when we can’t …  

I was finally on my way to Miami Florida. One whole week on the beach! A vacation long overdue [ File # csp1479040, License # 2697473 ]Licensed through http://www.canstockphoto.com in accordance with the End User License Agreement (http://www.canstockphoto.com/legal.php)(c) Can Stock Photo Inc. / ilona75and certainly well deserved.

The plane landed. “Welcome to Miami!” The captain announced.

I got off the plane, and rushed to get my luggage. I couldn’t wait to step outside and feel Miami’s heat and smell its tropical air. I grabbed a taxi, and off I was, to the beach … I could already feel the sand under my feet, and taste the salt on my skin.

“Good morning M’me,” the driver greeted. “Where to?”

“To the beach,” I answered excitedly.

“The beach?” He asked, surprised. “It’s gonna rain today.”

Rain?” I panicked. “I thought Florida was supposed to be the sunshine state!”

“The weather has been unpredictable lately,” he explained. “Rain, sun, who knows? It changes all the time!”

He then kept quiet until we got to the hotel. I got out of the taxi, thanked the driver and headed to front desk to check in. A woman with not much of a tan, only a bathing suit and a beach towel wrapped around her was standing there, asking about the closest indoor shopping mall.

“I’m sorry about the weather,” the clerk said.

The woman smiled and calmly said, “It is what it is.”

“Sorry about the weather?” I interrupted. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It is what it is,” the woman repeated, and walked off.

I checked in and headed to my room. “That’s it!” I mumbled. “My vacation is ruined.”

Day 1: For the rest of the day, I laid on the beach staring at the clouds. All I could think about was the rain falling and ruining my vacation. I worried and expected the rain to fall … The rain never fell.

Day 2: Throughout the day, the clouds kept teasing me, reminding of the rain. I was worried and miserable, even though the day turned out to be a beautiful beach day.

Day 3: The clouds got thicker, and my worry and fear of the rain grew bigger. Yet, the day turned out to be a pretty nice day.

Day 4: The clouds kept bullying my happiness away, but I insisted, “No, it won’t rain. It can’t rain!”

All of a sudden, the sky turned black, winds picked up, and it happened … It rained … It poured.

I quickly grabbed my beach bag and towel, and ran into the lobby of the hotel where many guests took shelter.

“Damn rain!” I grumbled as I dried myself.

“It is what it is.”

I turned around. The woman I had seen when I first got to the hotel was standing there, as calm and happy as she was when I first saw her. I stared at her for a moment. At that point, I wasn’t sure if I was angrier at the rain or at her annoying, happy face.

“How can you be so happy?” I bluntly asked. “I waited a whole year for this vacation … I hate rain!”

“It is what it is,” she repeated. She looked straight into my eyes and added, “no matter what Old Teller tells you.”

Who?” I asked, curious.

“Old Teller …”

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