Anyone who willingly jumps into the ocean, intending to lure a rumored 52-foot shark, protected in nothing but a metal cage…
insane.
But isn’t that the great thing about it,
the great thing about pure dedication?
Someone is bound to think you’re crazy.
Do we have time to live a life anything less than?
(this isn’t just from Shark Week..
… HDT might have had something to do with it, too)
I find myself wanting to meet these mavericks: Thoreau,
elasmobranchologists, and the like.
(note: I take “maverick” to be positive)
What will you spend your life being crazy about?
Mary's One Hundred 