Unchartered waters are always scary, and death is always near, but that doesn't stop me.
I never like paddling out with my surfboard and fishing gear strapped to my back into new ocean waters, new territory. I am quite scared when I do this, but I do it anyway. Something in me desires to know more than I do now, experience more than I have, and that is scary in itself.
"You know that curiosity killed that cat", I say, but I grab my fishing pole and paddle through unknown and treacherous waves, new waves that form faces you have never seen before, and I expect a shark to reach up and grab me. I duck dive a big wave coming straight at me, and I get to the outside, and I think, Wow, I just did that! I just paddled through that! Then I see a shadow move in the murky water below.
A piece of kelp brushes my leg, a fish darts in front of me, a sudden wave pops up and starts filling in the horizon. Holy Crap! I have to paddle now...but there is no escape. The great jaws of life open up and consume all in their path.
A chaotic and evil, green and muddy, murky mass approaches and hovers over me. I plunge forward.
No one will make it, no one will escape, all will face it; all will face unchartered waters.
