As I lay on the ocean floor, I can't help but feel a sense of peace. The water around me is still, and the only sound I can hear is the beating of my own heart. It's strange how the thing that once terrified me has become my sanctuary.
Perhaps my fear of the ocean was not a weakness, but a strength. I had spent so much time lost in their deafening blows that I never took the time to appreciate the calm, the steady, the still.
I no longer feel alone in my emotions, for I have found part of me I always longed to find . And as I dive deeper and deeper, I realize that there is still so much more to discover beneath the surface.
