I always thought I wanted to be a marine biologist, until I found out what it is they do. I realized that no, I would much rather be a mermaid, thank you very much.
But I would take heart from the lesson of that little one who turned herself to sea foam rather than stab a knife through the heart of the one who rejected her, the one that she walked on feet carved from broken glass for.

Giving up depth for the promise of surface glimpsed is not something I can easily fathom.