If I were to give an analogy for what I do.Saturday, January 17, 2009
The sky is grey with angry clouds looming over the horizon. These big cumulonimbus clouds threaten to unleash a torrential downpour. Lightning streaks run across the sky, illuminating everything in its path. The intimidating weather is sending chills down my spine.
In the middle of the ocean, I am struggling to cling on to a rotten piece of wood. The choppy waters and the churning waves are making me sick in the stomach. I am also extremely exhausted after barely staying afloat for nearly 1 year. I try to call for help but there are none available. Despite the grim outlook, I repeatedly tell myself to stay alive and survive this ordeal.
There are several ships that pass by me. Some of the ships are gigantic tank cruisers while others are small fishing boats. I hate big ships because they create a lot of disturbance in the sea. This causes sweeping tidal waves. There is no way to avoid these waves, which often leave me drowning in its misery. Somehow, I still manage to survive and I owe that to my lucky stars. Sometimes, I wonder whether the sailors of the ships will notice and rescue me from this undesirable situation. As time passes by, I have become more mature and given up such naive thoughts.
Even though I see no end in sight, I am quietly confident of my chances of survival. Perhaps, it may be too early to comment on this. So why not check again on 13 Jan 2010?
