I want to see the full part of the glass and the empty one at the same time, with the thought that I can choose to sit somewere in the middle, with my feet in the water, but yet with my head in the air, floating into the unknown and enjoying everything along the road as it comes to me. Sometimes I will find a lifeboat, but I won't cling on to it, I won’t grab it desperately to save myself. I will just accept that it’s there, and I can get out whenever I want to, if the sharks start to annoy me.
Big waves will probably hit me repeatedly, but I’m sure that after that, the calmer ones will caress me again. And you know, I’m not afraid of the big waves, they may throw me on a beautiful beach, or they may crush me onto the cliffs. But if I don’t take my chances and always take the easy way out, where’s the thrill? Will I ever forgive myself if I take the lifboat and just float on it forever, limited by the unseen bounderies of my sea? Will I ever learn how to fend for myself or how to swim? Will I ever find places that I have never dreamed of finding? Will I ever enjoy the salty caress ot the waves on my skin or the stinging touch of a jellyfish?
No my friend, I'm taking my chances and letting myself float along the waves. I don't want just to sit on my little lifeboat wich will take me wherever she wants, not where I stuggle to get to kicking form my hands and feet in the water...
