Katrina Nguyen: I feel so lost at sea, but baby you're the wave that will carry me, back to safety.

The sea and the endless ocean has always given me the bleakest of connotations. But lately, I've grown quite fond of the symbol of an 'anchor.' Actually, I sort of see anchors as my symbol for life now. The meaning of an anchor is known to stand for "security, reassurance, safety & etc." Obviously, being the person that I am, I am forever yearning for that reassurance, that securing factor and that missing piece that will guide me back to place. The more I think about it, the I am able to see the resemblance of my darkest fears and the ocean. I've never been a fan of big, dark bodies of water and I don't intend to. I'm also not very big of a swimmer, either. On one occasion, I've even been to a fortune teller who's told me to that the ocean is not an alli of mine. Honestly, I'm starting to believe it. In my darkest days, I feel morose and dark. My mind is bleak and my emotions are gray and lost. Lost. That's what I am. I drift away. I drift into the sea, far and far away. The roaring waves, the unrelenting current pushing me away. I've gone overboard. I'm lost at sea. That was how I felt on at my darkest hour- I just never thought of it that way. Henceforth, the reason for my new love of anchors. Anchors keep me on the ground. They hold me down, secure me in place, and make sure I'm where I'm supposed to be. They are the security factor, the strength, the force that is going to save me, hold me down, and allow me to progress. Anchors, in real life, would actually be the things in my life that make me happy. My anchors keep me from harming myself. They are what keep me sane. Without them, I'll listless. They give me my vigor. Anchors are what that keeps me from falling to pieces. I'm a mess. Or at least, I was a mess. I've realized what kind of system I'm running now. I just need to make sure my anchors are in place, in effect. As of right now, I'm good. I'm okay. I'm happy. I'm working hard and it's paying off. There are a bit of heavy thoughts now and then, but what is life without them? And hey, I seem to be holding up fine. Why am I worried anyway? I've already got others that are worrying about me. Let's not give them reasons.

“Drop anchor anywhere and the anchor will drag - that is, if soul is a limitless, fathomless sea, and not a dog pond”

-Elbert Hubbard