I am a lousy swimmer. And now, more than ever, I find myself crawling for something solid to hold onto but there is only water, water everywhere. When I clench my fingers together, the water slips away between them. And so down, down, down I sink. But I am foolhardy, if not anything else. I repeated the same idiotic exercise of trying to push myself up towards the surface again. And yet each time when I neared and was about to push through the surface for a critical mouth of air, something pull at my feet and drag me down again. Tired out by this futile exercise, so I let myself sink, my feet almost touching the seabed now. Overcome by fatigue, I will allow the current to take me wherever it is going. I don't care where I will end up at. It doesn't matter anymore.
" Do not despair ~ Fight!"
My head jerks upwards in the direction of the watery sky above me. The pressure in my ears is thick but I heard those words loud and clear.
" I'm tired." I sighed, raising both hands to hold my head. My neck feels weak and my heart had stopped beating.
" You are losing your pride! Are you really going to give up without a fight?"
Looking up again I look around my watery grave which will be my home forever if I allow it. " I don't have a choice ~" I sighed again.
" As long as there's life, there will be hope. When there's hope, you'll have a choice."
With a strong sprint, I push myself off the seabed. Moving my arms furiously, I clawed doggedly towards the surface. Just a bit more, just a bit more, I mutter to my tired self. Something is pulling at my feet and dragging me down again! Looking down, I saw an innocent tangle of seaweed around my ankle.
" The seaweed are not to blame, it's how they are born to be." The gentle voice reasons calmly.
" We are tired. Can't we rest now?" My arms and legs screamed.
" I cannot give up, it's a matter of survival!"
to be cont'd . . .
