Swim Your Way To Life!

Caught in the whirlwind of frantic mesmerism, I decided to jump. Into the deep waters from the cliff I had happily climbed - not knowing how to swim. With music running in the back of my mind, its loudness hurting my brain, I tried to speak to myself. But truly unable to hear all the gibberish my lips were mumbling, I closed my eyes and launched myself off the cliff, expecting gravity to do the trick and get me down. Sink me deep into the blues of the ocean so I could never get up from the vastness of the waters into which I would lay engulfed and never see survival again.

But I did. Though my right leg dashed badly against one of those rock forms projecting outside, I survived. Though I lost a lot of blood because of the deep cut that ensued, I lived. Yes, again. I wonder how I managed to come up from within the seas and reach the surface of the waters - the warmth of the afternoon sun caressing the parts of my body seen floating outside. Truly I have no clue. Some things in life cannot be reasoned at all. The occurrence of such incidents solidly reaffirms the belief humankind has in God. Again, and again!

I waved my hands, moved my legs and swam for the first time. I did it well, because logic whispered into my ears that I should follow the current that was hitting the shores. Somehow I reached. It was tiring, took a little longer than the usual. Obviously, I am no Michael Phelps. But when I touched the sand in the shore, I kissed it. Kissed it again. And kept kissing it as long as I could, allowing my face to be thoroughly splashed in the slimy mud and dirt. After a while, the froth from the next strong wave that hit the shore cleansed me whole again. I got up, limped my way back to where I truly belong, to the simmering little things that add meaning and beauty to life, to the voice of the little children, to the burdensome tears of the shelter-less, the poor and the old that weep for comfort and relief, to the cold blanket-less nights and the nomadic run under the scorching sun, to the smiles that are genuine, to the butterflies that swarm around you making music as they flap their light feathers against the wind, to the meauing cats that lovingly scratch themselves against your legs and the barking stray dogs that you befriended with biscuits, to the hunger of the stomach that calms the hunger of the soul, and to my mum, dad and brother in the end.