Sometimes it feels like drowning, with nothing to hold on to. The sun is quickly fading and I will be here alone in the darkness, trying to stay afloat.
Wouldn’t it be easier to just surrender, go under and fade out?
Maybe, maybe not, for I realised that the drive to survive is very strong, it is in me anyway. I have not given up hope yet. So begins the journey, or should I say the journey started the day I took my first breath and will end with the last.
This is the middle but it feels like I am only starting, only waking up from a long sleep with the vague recollection of a dream, shadow figures of people I once knew, of a life..
Was that mine? Was it me?
“A Journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” Lao Tzu