Oh, land. How much more I like sea.

It's much easier to feel like you're following a blessed golden road on some destined journey, gaurded all around by a protection unseen, when you're staring full on into the sun's fierce setting glow over an indiscernible liquid horizon. The firey reflections off the rapidly darkening water shine into my eyes, giving me a sense of blindly following some plan I might have scrapped together some time ago when idealistically plotting what my life would be. 'Yes, when I waver, quiver, I'll stare into the sun and feel reassured that I'm doing the right thing. Yes, I'll stare into the sun and feel reassured that any pain or struggle along the way is temporary because someone with the opportunity to stare into an unfiltered sun is someone who will always have that highlighted path to warmth and brightness laid out.'

I wonder if my great fallibility will be my inability to reach out. If my greatest failure will be my inability to maintain those friendships which are most important to me, if my greatest weakness will be my tendency to hide from that which is emotionally challenging. If my fear of being with someone else will win out over my fear of being alone.

Oh, time.