So far I have been encircling these two isles only, thinking as long as the waters let me swim around, I can survive and it may go for ever. Some phases pass by quite rapidly that even before knowing what is passing by it becomes history and some phases seem like lingering forever. If only one change I am allowed to make, this incongruent time accelerator I would like to tamper with, although this choice would get stiff tussle from one another very complex issue to be dealt with and that is human satisfaction. The more one achieves the more one desires, and desires slowly die when no accomplishment one finds out of the efforts. How much effort one puts behind may mostly be meaningless to most, as is certain that mere satisfaction out of the efforts is nobody’s desire. It defies what the moral science teaches but in itself the whole idea is not immoral, be it being desirous for accomplishments through efforts or be it seeking peace in hanging boots. Perseverance is another bird.
She may or may not choose to rescue. In this infernal swim, I have been looking over the sky for this bird called perseverance, to be picked up and dropped again and again, so that I keep on swimming till the waters last. As these waters hardly give me the calmness to ponder over where and how to seek refuge, and when keeping afloat in perpetual torrents seems indulgence, momentaneous spineless deluges are sent to throw insouciant tests. As is the case no refuge alone shapes into an accomplishment. I am alone and this bridge needs to be there as earnestly as is my feel to be dry and comfortable. I pray to the Almighty alone, this discombobulation is lifted and the bird keeps hovering over me.
