Motivation and the wild wild sea

Finally, I launch myself in – into the gentle waves and I am immersed in the freezing cold. My hands especially feel it – my core tries to resist. But what joy as the current takes me, and as I flip and flop and attempt this stroke and then that, and know I am back. Yes, back from the sunless rooms and corridors and into the light and into the sea. The wild, wild sea – turbulent as all my motivations, inspiring me to live, provoking me to embrace the wholeness, the wideness of every uncontrollable atom of existence.