Our Corner of the Universe

I used to lay in the surf as the waves would roar onto my face.
I used dance in the rain as the down-poor created the rhythm to move.
I have always loved water, thus, these remedies have not changed.

This past Spring, I went on a trip to Belize through my school. Months of preparation, hours of classes, pool training, I was finally ready to get my scuba certification. I was excited, mostly for bragging rights of saying that I was licensed to take an oxygen tank 60 feet under water and breathe with ease. Even as I soared through the the tropical waters of the Caribbean, it didn't hit me until I was sitting at the bottom of the ocean, following my bubbles to the surface.

There is so much world.

30% of this world is land.

70% is water.

I loved scuba diving; however, at the time, I wasn't really sure why I found it to be so fascinating. Though I loved gliding through the waves with the vast amount of fish, and even with a larger than life sea-turtle, that is not what sparked my passion when thinking of my under-the-sea adventure.

30% land.
That leaves 70% of this world, that would otherwise go unnoticed.

What do I really love about scuba-diving, I mean what do I really, REALLY love about it?

I love the fact that I am free to the rest of the world.
That instead of the .0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001% of the universe I live in, I am open, and free, to discover the rest of the world.

I tend to forget that the world isn't confined to what we know.