on paper.
probably already inked it into society somewhere. but whatever. i don't care. i'm writing this down because i'm a fucking boss. but not really. anyway.
so i've been trying really hard lately to just be happy. and at times it's easier than others. i have high tides in my life, and low tides, and right now i'm trying not to drown in high tide. the current is sucking me in, away from shore, and all i can do is fight it. i swear, it takes the life out of me. it really does. yesterday, after i got out of the bath, i had to lay on the floor for all of five minutes because when i tried to walk, i got dizzy and nauseous.
and i guess that's what life is. you just keep swimming, through the rough waves and the calm ones. sometimes you float, but sometimes you have to chop through the water to save your life. sharks chase you, you're stupid enough to touch a jellyfish and have to piss on it--but other times it's okay. you see the beauty of the ocean. the coral reefs, the dolphins, the turtles, the immensity of the thing.
and maybe it's worth it. because without those storms, without the red tides and the rip currents, these little fish, these immense gray whales and the way the sun bends and refracts through the blue water would be nothing. we wouldn't be able to appreciate, would we? because if that was all we knew, we'd never truly grasp how beautiful and amazing it was.
but what do i know. i'm just one tiny shrimp in the great big ocean.
The invention of the ship
was also the invention of the shipwreck.
