I swam. I knew this was the last time I’d see land from that perspective. It was over. Resigned, I just waded into the water, and swam. I would face the tide for the first, and perhaps, last time. Adrift, I was overtaken. No last gasps, I didn’t fight. This was inevitable. This was fate.
The drowning of that past was imperative to the being that was bore anew. That sacrifice, along with the cleansing power of death, was instrumental in the creation of the being that was to succeed the other.
This being would be strong in places the other had been weak. This being would be intrepid where the other had been frightened. This being would be whole where the other had been partial.
This new set of eyes sees things vastly different. This new set of hands has stronger grip. These new shoulders were built to bear a heavier load. This new mind will not set obstacles for itself.
“Don’t give. Take. Don't stop. Go. Don't fail. Fight. Don't fade. Shine.”


