predictable, palatable, like dipping into a local pool with a clear view of the bottom. the water’s cool, the edges familiar - no surprises lurking in the deep. but i could throw myself off a granite rock into the wild waves, daring the social sharks and feeling the sting of criticism on my skin as i penetrate a crystal veneer.
there’s a thrill in the unknown, in facing those who circle just to tear you apart.
the decision was made once i remembered no one makes history by playing it safe, so here i am, swimming with the predators — no longer the bait, turning my goals into burley, drawing in those who circle close.
it’s a strange ballet, this dance with danger, where intentions blur and shadows flicker in the depths.
like freediving, i plunge into the abyss, surrendering to the pressure in my chest, revelling in the weightlessness that comes with going deeper. chaos calls, the pulse of life thrumming through turbulent waters, each fleeting connection whispering of something profound.
i’ve learned not to get hooked on the cruel satisfaction of watching others struggle to stay afloat as some do.
i’m here to carve my own currents, not be swept along by the tide of someone else’s sinking.
each wave i create is a small rebellion, a push against the currents that threaten to pull me under. in this dance of survival, i’ll glide through the depths with grace, inhaling the briny air of possibility, leaving behind the weight of judgment and the echo of doubt.