Water always seemed so nice. Swimming has always been my favorite thing to do and I feel it always will be. However now that I understand the world a bit better I feel the pull towards fire and air is stronger. Although I fight the air to keep my hair looking nice and pull my jacket closer to protect myself from the bit of the air, I find myself appreciating the wind and its breeze. I don't appreciate the dust that gets in my eyes but I can admire the swirl of air and its feel. The air is more delicate than the other elements and I feel I am not graceful enough or gentle enough to use it well. I still feel water is my destiny.