Yes, I love the sea most of all. But I'm afraid of it, too.
I guess we're all a little afraid of what we love.
I always felt like my life should mean something. But, no matter how hard I tried, I just never got the chance. You try and you try, always hoping this time will be different. But it never is, is it? One day you look in the mirror, the light in your eyes is gone. Suddenly, it hits you. How much youth did you waste, chasing something that was never yours?
God, why have you created me so eternally dissatisfied? So frightened, so bitter? Why must I realize how wretched I am? Why must I suffer so hellishly for my insignificance? If there is a purpose to my suffering, then tell me, so I can bear my pain without complaint. I'm strong. You made me so very strong in both body and soul, but you never give me a task worthy of my strength. Give my life meaning, and I'll be your obedient slave.