Sea of Words

        Hello. My name is Molly.  I know just about that much.
        The one other thing I know about is the sea.  I know that the sea is beautiful, powerful, and something I will never understand.  I also prefer the word "ocean", but E.E. Cummings liked the word sea and he has more authority on the subject of language than I do.  Regardless, the sea has this magical power that allows you to feel perfectly alone and also undeniably connected with the world.  E.E. Cummings said in "Maggie and Milly and Molly and May" that "For whatever we lose (like a you or a me) / it's always ourselves we find in the sea".  I do not believe in finding yourself, but I believe in creating yourself. I suppose that, in order you to create yourself, you have to figure out what you want to create.  One could definitely find this plan in the sea, because being out on the water gives you such an incredible and unique perspective.  Maybe I am alone in this feeling, but I doubt so because there are billions of people in the world.  However, maybe you think I am being an overdramatic 18-year-old who is trying to make her little experiences with the sea into some larger, more poetic reflection on humanity in an effort to be different.  You might be right, but, after my 18 years of living in a place stuck out into the sea surrounded by water on three sides, I truly believe that the sea has helped me find out where I am going.
        Where I am going in away from the sea. I am going to college (MIT). I am going to a city (Cambridge). I am terrified and I have about two more months of sitting around waiting in The Void.  "The Void" is a term this lecturer who visits my school told the seniors about and it is supposed to describe the summer before college. For the record, calling something The Void in no way diminishes the any feelings of terror about the future that may already be present.  Therefore, I am going to fill The Void with words.  A sea of words.
        That is the purpose of this blog. I love sitting on the bow of a sailboat going across the water and gathering my thoughts.  I will probably have opportunities to do this at MIT, but I need a backup sea.  I need something I can go to and sort through my thoughts without the requirement of wind and salt air.  I cannot promise to always use the correct or elegant words. I cannot promise to construct beautiful sentences.  All I can try to do is navigate my way through the letters and punctuation that make up the sea of words and find a you or a me.