Then, an occasional happiness.
They're the only reasons that I'm still alive.
Every time I'm drowning in sadness, I find a buoy I can catch my breath on, until I have to dive back in again, striving for that next buoy in the distance. We all encounter sharks and cruise ships and dolphins and oil spills, but somehow we still manage to swim on in the ocean of life with the thought of the next buoy. The next smile. The next laugh.
Such is the power of hope.
But what happens when that buoy isn't really a buoy? Do you have the faith to go on?
When you're surrounded by sharks, where do you get the strength and speed to escape?
What if that oil spill is choking you over? How do you rise to the surface of sanity?
Perhaps Dory from Finding Nemo says it best:
"Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming..."
Escape from sharks––in water?
ReplyDeleteAs a certain someone would say, "keep dreaming."
And you called me an emo. There are terms for this––hypocrisy, incongruity, and mendacity, right there.
Hey.. this post is OPTIMISTIC, not "omg lets all just go dig a hole and die in it", unlike SOOOMEBODY... :P
ReplyDeleteIt's more like "omg lets all just go dig a hole, and bury everyone in it––I'm a world destructionist, not a self destructionist––note the difference.
ReplyDeleteAnd if you think this post is OPTIMISTIC, that only proves my point that you are more emo than I am.