I was drowning, I screamt, I cried, I pleaded for help and all I got was blank refusal. The emotion did not register for time was running out. Then I remembered about the last three minutes that I would be gifted with to hold on. I knew I had to try. I whipped my hands and legs vigorously. I didn’t know how to swim but I had to do something.I had to concentrate. The chill was getting to me. I could see the shore but I had no idea how to get there. Desperation got me to pull my body towards the distance sight of land. The knowledge that I won’t feel my body weight in water lifted my spirits by a fraction.
I reminded myself of all the swimmers and fishes that I had seen , tried to think of how they moved ahead, I realized that somehow I was trying those movements juvenile as they were but I was able to pull ahead instead of going down. I repeated the same for some time and felt like ages passed. After some uncountable minutes or hours, I my legs felt steady ground, a few more minutes and I knew I had made it. I had survived the blow.
I have not learnt to swim yet but today I know that the drive and the love for life makes one learn things. I will learn to swim enough to survive in future. I won’t see the same lurch again. I have discovered that it’s possible to love your life and embrace everything that it throws on you with fun if you are willing to play. That emotion however selfish as per the societal norms keeps you going, helps you to be passionate, teaches you to get up when you have a great fall, walk and eventually run. It prepares you for an unknown race whose goals are not defined but whatever the goal; you know you are going to see the finish line.
Metaphorical as it is, I survived and I vowed to myself that I will not defy death again instead I will embrace it but only when I have lived enough. I will do justice to every breath that I take, every moment that I feel, every beauty that I see, every fragrance I smell, every melody that I hear and every touch that I am blessed with. Survival, thy name is life!
I reminded myself of all the swimmers and fishes that I had seen , tried to think of how they moved ahead, I realized that somehow I was trying those movements juvenile as they were but I was able to pull ahead instead of going down. I repeated the same for some time and felt like ages passed. After some uncountable minutes or hours, I my legs felt steady ground, a few more minutes and I knew I had made it. I had survived the blow.
I have not learnt to swim yet but today I know that the drive and the love for life makes one learn things. I will learn to swim enough to survive in future. I won’t see the same lurch again. I have discovered that it’s possible to love your life and embrace everything that it throws on you with fun if you are willing to play. That emotion however selfish as per the societal norms keeps you going, helps you to be passionate, teaches you to get up when you have a great fall, walk and eventually run. It prepares you for an unknown race whose goals are not defined but whatever the goal; you know you are going to see the finish line.
Metaphorical as it is, I survived and I vowed to myself that I will not defy death again instead I will embrace it but only when I have lived enough. I will do justice to every breath that I take, every moment that I feel, every beauty that I see, every fragrance I smell, every melody that I hear and every touch that I am blessed with. Survival, thy name is life!
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