27/218 my adventures with water I was riding the waves successfully. I was in love with the blue of the waters, the highest of the heights, and the thrills of the ocean. It had become easy for me after months of dedication, commitment and passion. Then I realised, while riding the waves, that success was too overrated. Success with life didn't involve too many logistics. It just worked on science. It worked in cause and effect. If you added two and two, the four was inevitable. It had to find expression. So I kept riding the waves until one day I got bored. I had no clue about the darkest depths of the ocean. I was successful, yes, but I had never acknowledged the fact that I was privileged. Not just my surfboard, I had taken the entire ocean for granted. But most of all, I had never seen how deep the ocean actually was. I had no idea how many great surfers had become fossils after the ocean had engulfed them all. And I was being proud of just riding a few waves! Bored by the monotony of success and fuelled by the curiosity about the ocean I prepared myself for the fall. It was a huge wave approaching me. I could have easily rode it the way I wanted but I was longing for the unknown. I was longing for more. So I, fully aware of myself, chose to fall. I let the wave crash me down into the darkest secrets of the ocean. As soon as I lost my balance I was drowned in instant regret more than I did in the ocean. It was chaos. The life under the surface was in no mood to welcome or even greet the newcomer. The peaceful creatures didn't want anyone to mess with their peace. The aggressive ones were aggressive at me. They wanted to eat me. They wanted to rip me apart. I was struggling for breath. At the same time I was struggling for survival.
