Don't call the man a claustrophobe just because small spaces scare him. Right.
Bleeding isn't optional for most of us.
We don't go to the ocean for anything as simple as happiness, do we? We go there to feel alive. Like life, the ocean holds chance and change, grief and terror and beauty. It promises mortality, not peace.
Guilt always makes the other feelings worse.
People always wanted someone to blame, didn't they?
But not all scars showed, did they?