Went to San O' looking for Fluffy, the Great White Shark. I surfed murky green waters but she was not there, at least, I did not see her.
That's the thing with white sharks, you never know they are there until it's too late.
There was a lot of fish jumping, and I was alone out there. I started to get scared, but I conquered my fear (I am not afraid to die, just scared of dying), and I stayed to ride a few good waves as a Soul Surfer.
Soul surfing is an incredibly lonely experience. Ask anyone lost at sea, adrift on their own, and they will tell you; the fear, the memories, the thoughts, the panic are just a heartbeat away. You really have to talk yourself down or else you'll flip!
Nice day at the beach, no fishing, just enjoying free rides...
stick your toes in the water if you dare. Find the courage to die. If you know death, then is it not so bad? For what you love, what you dare, no thing can take away, no moth destroy, only death can come, and sweep away....forever, gone. But has it not already lived and been told....forever, never to be destroyed?
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