The Ocean

[kaulms]

I love the ocean. I think that I have been living in the wrong place my whole life. I do not belong in landlocked places; I belong by the sea. First of all, the sea is composed of my element: water. I have always been out of place on land. Only in the water do I feel like I belong. The water is such a lovely array of colors, beautiful blues and greens accented with foamy white. The water is also the only place besides the flat desert of west Texas that I have ever felt completely free. The ocean stretches from horizon to horizon, just like the country near Midland. I have the same feeling that my soul can expand across the universe. We went sailing today, and I loved the whole experience. I loved the feeling of the wind and the rolling ocean. I even loved the spray blowing in my face and the taste of salt on my lips. I love the constant motion of the waves. The ocean is dynamic and changeable, unlike the boring reliability of the land. It is like the excitement of a thunderstorm except that it never ceases. I also love the power of the ocean. The vastness of the ocean makes me realize that I am just a little speck of dust compared with the size of the sea. The ocean does not care whether I live or die and would swallow me up without a second thought. But that does not make me want to stay safe on land. I love the challenge. I love the possibility of testing myself against a power so much larger than myself. Someday I need to live by the ocean. Maybe now I will dream of dropping out of school to be a sailor rather than a pastry chef.

One more thing: last night I dreamed a episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Does that make me unhealthily obsessed?