Life is sort of life an ocean, isn't it? You swim along, attempting to find your direction in the swirling, dashing waves. Sometimes you get lucky and find a piece of driftwood you can cling to for awhile. And sometimes you find yourself in a face off with sharks. But you're always swimming, one way or another. Recently I've felt like I've spent most of my time being sucked under. As soon as I find myself gasping for breath and pulling my head up, the next wave comes and pulls me back under. I just can't get ahead, can't get my breath.
And the people I'm swimming with are no help. There are a few who would have my back if the sharks came, but for the most part, I feel like they're polite just because they have to be. Sometimes I wish I knew exactly what they thought of me... and sometimes I'm glad I don't.
Is there a lighthouse?
Where is this going? Is there an island somewhere that we're swimming toward? Or is this life? Swimming, gasping, swimming? What's the point? We swim until we can swim no longer and then we sink?
Overwhelmed.
I'm sorry you are feeling like this right now... if it is any consolation i am feeling exactly the same.
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