I'm past the point of no return, though I feel this point has come far too soon. I blame the structure of things, the walls created by the by the fearful, the selfish, the victims, and they tyrants. I have been tossed into the ocean by a cadre of callous dragons and the wayward flocks, so what choice do I have? The riptide cannot be trusted, therefore passiveness is a weakness. I have little competence in my ability to swim, but if I push myself at first I'm sure that will be gained. There is a strength in me, I am sure, but I must also remember to work smarter, not harder. 

My greatest fear is drowning. My allies can only do for me as much as a floating piece of debris can. I must fight if I am to make to shore. This is the way, and my fear is my greatest weakness.