Drowning won't make you a FISH.

I have drowned before. Many times. I couldn't breathe, all helpless and hopeless looking for a hand.

At a point, it occurred to me — I won't make it. I'm done for.

But what drowns us is our will.

Not the water.

If I would have accepted my fate, I wouldn't be typing my experience today. I wanted to live. Continue my life, try again to rise. As I was juggling in the depths of the sea, I saw a glowing ethereal being pushing me up.

Someone was helping me.

I was going to survive!

I got safely on the shore, and I turned to thank the being, I saw no one. Silence.

I spent years finding the ethereal being. Life continued, I soared high but the absence of the ethereal being still stinged. One day a fish came to me and said — you come every day here, all wrapped up in the search of something. What is it, a treasure?

I told the fish my experience and how I wanted to express my gratitude to the ethereal being.

To my surprise, the fish started laughing.

You kept finding something you already had with you?

What does this fish mean?

I looked at my reflection in the waters.

Thick, soft smoky gray fur, small hind legs, small delicate body, wedged shape head with alert ears and dark eyes.

It wasn't the being.

It was ME.

~C.G.