Musings...

He looked up. Clouds drew welts across the sky. It hid and exposed the Moon as it glided in the infinite void. The serrated waves shimmered like blood thirsty blade of a warrior’s sword giving ominous warning. With bloated vision he gazed at the lights flickering at distance. The yellow glittering spheres reminded him of the festival celebration in his younger days. The happy memories made his stiffened jaw loosen a bit… only for split of second. He had no time to dwell over it. He was drowning.

He stroked furiously, splashing water, gaining little. He knew he was wasting his energy - little of which had remained. But pain and tiredness were fast outscoring his intellect. He had to swim across to the shore; against the low tide…He was desperate. He wanted to live.

He died.

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He looked up. Clouds drew welts across the sky. It hid and exposed the Moon as it glided in the infinite void. The serrated waves shimmered like blood thirsty blade of a warrior’s sword giving ominous warning. With bloated vision he gazed at the lights flickering at distance. The yellow glittering spheres reminded him of the festival celebration in his younger days. The happy memories made his stiffened jaw loosen a bit… only for split of second. He had no time to dwell over it. He was drowning.

He stroked furiously, splashing water, gaining little. He knew he was wasting his energy - little of which had remained. But pain and tiredness were fast outscoring his intellect. He had to swim across to the shore; against the low tide…He was desperate. He wanted to live.

It came as surprise. A thud created by waves hitting metal. With considerable effort, he turned around. His first perception was a wrinkled face hanging in mid air illuminated by dimly lit lantern. Then he saw many more faces glaring at him with concern. He clung at the rope hurled at him from the fishermen’s boat.

He lived to tell the tale of the great rescue by the kind fishermen.

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He looked up. Clouds drew welts across the sky. It hid and exposed the Moon as it glided in the infinite void. The serrated waves shimmered like blood thirsty blade of a warrior’s sword giving ominous warning. With bloated vision he gazed at the lights flickering at distance. The yellow glittering spheres reminded him of the festival celebration in his younger days. The happy memories made his stiffened jaw loosen a bit… only for split of second. He had no time to dwell over it. He was drowning.

He stroked furiously, splashing water, gaining little. He knew he was wasting his energy - little of which had remained. But pain and tiredness were fast outscoring his intellect. He had to swim across to the shore; against the low tide…He was desperate. He wanted to live.

It came as surprise. A thud created by waves hitting metal. With considerable effort, he turned around. His first perception was a wrinkled face hanging in mid air illuminated by dimly lit lantern. Then he saw many more faces glaring at him with concern. He refused to hold the rope thrown for him. He started thanking them but soon gave up as he realized that he is only consuming salty water. Attempting a nod of recognition, he swam with all his might; he swam away from the boat, towards the shore. No pain, no tiredness, no other feeling, just determination.

He lived. For his own (absurd!) principles. The realization was not proactive.