i can officially die now ...

i am in that moment of my life where the past ... the present ... nor the future counts. i am apathetic to anything that surrounds my being and the rest of the world is on pause. i wallow ... i linger ... i cherish every tingle of that inexplicable magical feeling of ecstasy.

this is the melodramatic me ... but this is me discovering my passion for the world under the sea.

to be blunt about it ... i love scuba diving. i had one hell of an experience regardless of it being an intro dive or whatnot ... but seriously ... it doesnt matter. i am still so very hungover from the whole thing that its been a week already and thats all i can talk about and its all thats running in my head ... diving diving diving.

it truly is an overwhelming experience for me ... but i know i have to get back to reality ... and what better way to do this? checking out the even more overwhelming costs of this damn freaking fucking hell of a passion! [ i would very much so refuse to call it a hobby because of the intense effect this has brought upon me ]

now it saddens and frustrates me that such an amazing breathtaking almost zenith-like experience is so limiting. it so pisses me off like hell that i may never be able to go further in realizing this dream because of the mere 'realization' that it so expensive to go scuba diving.

there ... its how blunt as it gets. and to think ... the country is full of amazing undiscovered sea life and god only knows what more the entire world under the sea has to offer.

i am left speechless nonetheless in utter gratitude for the experience.

in truth ... not a handfull of people in this day of age can say that they have realized their dream ... but i have.

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posted by oddnumber at 05:56