The sea has always fascinated and scared me, as I'm sure it has so many others. The uncertainty of the waters, the wildness of the tide, the harsh stinging saltiness as it rubs against a scratch on my leg. The deep, deep sea - to think of what lies beneath makes the mind boggle.
Wildness is a part of nature. The unsteadiness of life, the way you feel like a ship lost at sea, that can at any time be tossed over and taken under, swept away by the sea, swallowed whole, never to surface again. Perhaps the vessel was glad of it; had no clear direction or purpose. Perhaps the men on deck were already worn and weary, dreary of holding on; something that seemed so pointless against the winds and the storm that seemed so much stronger than they were. The storm that, at least, seemed to know what it was doing and had a purpose even if that purpose was destruction of lives.
Wildness is a state of being; being wild and free. You cannot tame it. Perhaps you should just let it go.
