The first thing I noticed was the frothy foam, it took a while before I allowed it to gently caress my feet. I guess this is what initially reassured me that it was going to be fine, that, really, this creature was friendly, after all. It was at that point that I noticed it was beckoning me. I could feel my fear seeping into the effervescent water as it left my body. Was it wrong? Was it reckless to feel so strongly about something I was told before I could understand a single word was our sworn enemy? I welcomed its embrace and a sense of shame overwhelmed me: I was betraying something, someone, everyone. But there was no going back now, and I let it envelope me, as I gradually disappeared into its wet embrace. And I let it hold me and carry me. I felt so light, and so free. Was this the feeling that they wanted to prevent me from experiencing? Or were they themselves afraid of it, rather preferring a life of strict rules and stability? But it was in that moment that I realised I could clearly distinguish between truths and beliefs, and that I felt like I was shedding all of my beliefs. They were floundering in the muddy floor that was quickly getting farther and farther away from the tip of my toes. There was no going back now, I couldn't look at myself in the same way, and I could not longer take them seriously. Conversely, I had to go back and confront them. I had to show them that there was so much more to life than what's in your head alone. But the ocean was pulling me in, farther and farther from shore, and hard as I tried to kick back and change course, soon enough I was a dark dot in the endless blueness. Looking back, this must have been the most liberating experience of my life: I knew that from the deep, a force was guiding me to my next destination, and that all I had to do was to let go. And so I did.