I feel I am swimming underwater.
I am occasionally stuck on the bottom, holding my breath and waiting for something to change, not knowing where to go, what to do.
Sometimes I am swimming along, enjoying the scenery, feeling no need for air, seeing the beauty and grace all around me, even in this confined, restrictive environment. In those moments, I am o.k., I can do this forever, my needs are met, I am content.
And occasionally I am frantically swimming for the surface, lungs screaming for air, barely able to hold my breath, waiting for the first sweet taste of life in all its glory. I know what it will feel like to burst through the surface, explosively exhale, then inhale... deeply. I'm not quite there yet, but I'm swimming for the top, I can see the surface, it is there, shimmering, glistening, tantalizing. It isn't far away, I can taste it already.
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The ongoing saga of my life, my search for meaning and happiness.
About Me
- Tim
- I am a recently divorced parent, going through an "interesting" period of transition and wish to write about it to no one and everyone as an outlet for my meandering thoughts.
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