So what does it mean to charge? To forget about the fear and the internal debate of, 'should I, shouldn't I, maybe...' To shelve all that crap and just go. To charge is to move from the world of thought into the world of action. To take all your courage and roll it up into that ball in the pit of your stomach that screams don't do it... and just go bro! Surfing really big waves is the easiest example
of charging. They do it for fun, loving every moment of those critical, late drops. Placing their bodies on a knife-edge. But that should not put the concept of charging beyond us mortals. Everybody charges at some point of their lives, the Red Bull BWA just makes the concept more accessible to plebs like us.
Not all of us are big wave surfers, many of us don't surf at all, but that doesn't mean we don't charge. Some of us charge onto the dancefloor when we see a hottie we would like to meet. Some people charge when they stand up
to make a speech, others get cancer and charge chemotherapy. Some people pick the hardest wave and choose to charge into marriage and kids. Some people charge that one backwards too. Others walk into the bank and charge straight into the yawning jaws of a homeloan.
What makes charging different is that you choose it. It doesn't just happen to you. You choose those waves, this life, choose the shit and how you deal with it. When you charge you stop being a victim and start exercising some control over the elements. Sometimes, often, you get fwumped, tilted, turned upside down and deepwater enema'd. Other times you ride the fine line to glory. You won't know unless you go. Kiobo in Spanish! Khubo in Zulu! See you every year, same place, same time. Bring rubber and big boards...