I was eager to feel intertwined with the water. I desired for it to absorb me, enter each pore, exit again, and enter again, so I was one with the flow and the flow was one with me. Yet, when I stood still and let the ocean absorb me, I felt nothing. Something I had desired for so long felt like nothing. It made me numb and I found it astonishing. How often did I do this, want something so deeply only to be let down? This time, I knew it wasn’t the water’s fault. I wanted more, needed more. So I stepped further and further in, until my feet were floating and my head was the only thing left above the water. Then, I let the salty waters absorb that, too.