To be an astronaut or an oceanographer.
To float in solitude or dive in the sea of unknown fish.
To feel the calm void or a loud brimming shell.
What will be the next experience life brings this way?

Perhaps I am neither, or both.
Perhaps I am adrift in the silence, yet drowning in the noise.
Perhaps I am not meant to choose but to witness,
to let the tides and the stars pull me where they may.

For now, I wait.
Not lost, but not found.
Not deciding, but not resisting.
Only moving, as all things do. 🙃