Mal12345
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Zak Bagans
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INFJ - "Sitting on the beach was my release, my anchor that I could always turn to when things got bad. I loved the feel of the sand, the song of the waves, and the allure of the salt water. When thunderstorms rolled in, I would head out to Dunedin beach and watch the water go from light blue and recreational to a mean, dark, sinister attitude that reflected the weather. I don’t know what it was, but watching something turn from docile to dangerous, and watching people leave while I held my ground, made me feel strong. But in addition to my anchor, these moments were also something more to me. Seeing the surface turn gray and creepy made me want to go out into the water even more than when it was blue and calming. As I’d leave the beach behind and venture out into the open water, I’d experience a whole new bag of emotions. Every time my toes touched the water, my nirvana instantly turned into my nightmare. While sitting in the murky water while everyone else ran from the beach was an adrenaline high and my moment of Zen, it also opened darkness in my mind. So you could say I’ve had a lifelong love-hate relationship with the ocean. It’s been my anchor, but not always in a good way." Zak Bagans, Dark World

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INFJ - "Sitting on the beach was my release, my anchor that I could always turn to when things got bad. I loved the feel of the sand, the song of the waves, and the allure of the salt water. When thunderstorms rolled in, I would head out to Dunedin beach and watch the water go from light blue and recreational to a mean, dark, sinister attitude that reflected the weather. I don’t know what it was, but watching something turn from docile to dangerous, and watching people leave while I held my ground, made me feel strong. But in addition to my anchor, these moments were also something more to me. Seeing the surface turn gray and creepy made me want to go out into the water even more than when it was blue and calming. As I’d leave the beach behind and venture out into the open water, I’d experience a whole new bag of emotions. Every time my toes touched the water, my nirvana instantly turned into my nightmare. While sitting in the murky water while everyone else ran from the beach was an adrenaline high and my moment of Zen, it also opened darkness in my mind. So you could say I’ve had a lifelong love-hate relationship with the ocean. It’s been my anchor, but not always in a good way." Zak Bagans, Dark World