This whole journey has been deeply emotional to me. It was not just about exploring a new hobby but it was so much more than that — it is about curiosity, hope, awareness, worries, fear that I’ve carried over the years — all packed into this beautiful journey that serves as a testament to myself that I will always choose to do something for what I love and not to avoid what I fear.
It’s about finally practicing the courage to take the first baby steps. It’s about stop living my dream through my screen. It’s about being gentle with myself, with all the failed attempts. It’s about one dive at a time. It’s about one line pull at a time, focusing on you and you only.
It’s about doing something I’ve always wanted to do for so long. It’s about this deep happiness of a feeling of finally doing something you love and you’ve dreamed of for years.
I’ve just started, and even in the very beginning of my journey, Freediving has been so cathartic — it found me exactly at the time when I needed myself the most, it has taught me a lot, making me ponder about things I may have overlooked in life or things I would never realized had I not taken this course.
Freediving taught me that life is a lot like line training. You hold your breath, grab the line, and go — one pull at a time. You don’t see the bottom, and you’re not even sure how far you’ll make it. But you trust the process, you only focus on what’s in front of you — the line. With each dive, you become more aware of your body — how it reacts, resists, and eventually softens. You equalize. You adjust. The ocean is vast around you, but it fades into the background. It’s just you, and the next pull, one at a time.
Some dives, you go deeper. Some dives, you’re stuck. And some dives, your body says no, don’t hurt me. So you go back up. You breathe. You reflect. You talk to your coach. And you try again and again and again.
Then one dive — quietly — you reach the depth that once felt impossible. And you wonder why it ever felt so hard. And you realized it was never just about the destination. It was about learning to listen, to be present, and to keep going.
Life moves just like that line — one breath, one pull, one brave attempt at a time. Here is to keep learning, to keep failing, to keep trying again and again and again.
Just when I thought it was the ocean that I came to know, it was actually me whom I met.
See you underwater with them nudis,
E
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