Imagine you are stranded on a tiny island all alone. You don't have a sense of time since when you got here or how it all happened. Occasional rain helps you survive. But you don't know when the next rain would fall. Despite being surrounded by ocean water on all sides of the island, your thirst can't be quenched by the salty water.
Your life feels like this island. You are battling the scorching heat since God knows when. Attention from all the people in your life miserably fails to quench your thirst. Each time you are so exhausted and almost ready to give up on life, out of nowhere it starts raining, quenching your thirst, washing away all the dust on your skin, cooling you inside out. Just when you are about to feel satiated, you are left alone once again. You don't know when it would rain again.
You encounter such kind souls in your journey of life at the precise moments when life feels utterly unbearable. After filling you with required quantity of hope, they move forward on their path. You can't hold rain water in your hands how much ever tightly you try to.
After juggling through many such cycles of desperation and revival, you start to question yourself.
"What's the point of all this?"
What am I supposed to be doing with all the time that's ahead of me? ( If a thing called time exists).
Do I dig the earth beneath my foot to build a tunnel and escape this place?
Do I grow wings, learn to fly all over this salty ocean in search of my fellow stranded humans?
Do I build a boat, sail through the waves in search of other habitable islands?
Do I set this whole island on fire that someone gets a glimpse of this and comes to my rescue?
But my hands are so tired to do any of these.
I just sit on the shore, helplessly looking at the burning sun and the dancing waves. Even the harsh winds seen to mellow down and get a bit gentler while caressing my tired body.
I just exist. Here. Now. In this space. This is ME. This is my life. My eyelids feel so heavy. Involuntarily they are closing in. After what felt like an eternity, when I open my eyes, I find that my words have weaved themselves into a bridge that moves through space.
