Love, Cruise and Lifeboat
Even before your ears hear it, your mouth words it, mind accepts, eyes often say it, pronounce it and accept it. You set our sails and off you set out on the cruise. You have found your love of life, you think. You accommodate both of you on a nice front deck, spacious and cosy suit just cut out for you.
You go visiting some of the most prettiest harbours, shining cities, walk cobble streets in crimson lights, visit flourished and vibrant bazaars, get wet on the shores of lonely beaches, climb up to mountains, raft down the rivers, sip coffees and shakes in the shakes and breath assurance into veins. You walk hand in hand, shop merchandise which are soon to become trophies of your love and memories of your love.
Miles away from hustle-bustle of your city, you breath oxygen, you breath love. You enjoy the sun on your tender skin, air in you lungs and cherish his/ her smell around you. All, until you hit the stormy waters. More often than not (rarely other way round) you soon run into a storm, just as it has been waiting for you round the cape of good hopes. It is romantic to hold hands and face on with all your heart, but we rarely dare to fly blind again. Much before you realise, you are pushed into the lifeboat. A crowded lifeboat, I must say.
Stormy weather shows no pity and you feel your lifeboat is beginning to sink. You need to get load off the sinking lifeboat. You start throwing out people one by one. Your friends, off they go. Your family is left behind. Slowly but steadily you are throwing your belongings out and for what you don't exactly know. You look into those big pretty eyes and that sole becomes your reason for being and also the reason for throwing things off. Later you throw your pride away, sooner or later your self-esteem and your very instincts that make you what you are.
At the end you are left with your life jacket, you are left with whatever bits and pieces that make you yourself. And then, when the boat still seems to be sinking, trust me; this is your last chance to jump off it, gather all that you have been dropping out all this while and swim back to the shore and swim hard.
Even if you sink my friend, you will at least have heart to respect your own self in the afterlife.
So, swim now and swim hard.
