Do you ever get the feeling living is like drowning, like a shipwreck in the middle of the ocean? When bruises start to heal slower and slower a craving for salvation accompanies your newfound fatigue. The brain cringles, you start DREAMING for an escape route. A life boat, that would be fine, a life boat to save you from the wreckage. Have you ever seen this life boat? You're only sensing that the ship is sinking and the boat has to exist, it would be horrible if it didn't, thus, it is UNTHINKABLE. A thought too frightening to be accepted as a possible fact of life. Denied with no evidence. Any problem that is not identified can not be solves, the deus ex machina is broken, unavailable, and the sinking ship will take you down, through the icy waters to the muddy bottom of the ocean. And that life boat, you can almost see it, touch it, you gash, you gasp for breath, you struggle to keep your head just high enough, but never reach the damn thing. Because this boat- it's actually a rock, pulling you down, wasting your energy. Admittance of this feels like failure and tastes like despair, because you see no other way out of it. But of course, you only look straight at a mirage, you never look around.
Salvation is a state of mind, why would you even need a boat?
Let it come from within.
Be the strength you seek outside of yourself.
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