So every time I went kayaking and when the water turns dark green and I can’t see through it, fear creeps in. When that happens I just look on the horizon, admire the beauty around me, and I focus on paddling to reach a favorable spot or the nearest point where the sea meets the land. I get into a zone that my instinct to live kicks in. And also during these times I find solace from all the drama. So there’s the secret why I’m always ahead of the group and what keeps me motivated to paddle.
Though nursing sore muscles and sunburned skin is nothing compared to nursing a sore heart, at least the former makes my mind off from the latter.