The Blog of kinkitty

 

down the mighty Zambesi, at first negotiating a calm river to soon find yourself paddling with all your might! How crazy this water had become, how sudden this attack, how urgent this fight for survival. From a easy breath a moment ago, to gasping for air as soon as the river allows you. From seeing a open blue sky to being completely swallowed, and surrounded by these masses of angry water.
Then, just when your body gets tired, and your limbs become numb, and you stop to struggle, just before your lungs decide to explode, just before your mind tells you that death is here to take you, this body of water becomes forgiving and spits you out. Frees you to float a while, recover, restore your strengths, restore your faith in yourself. Then, without to much prior notice, it launches another vicious attack!
Is it just playing with me and does it not know it's own strength, does it not know my weakness? Or does this river hate me, is it trying to take my precious life? Yes, it is MY life and it's is PRECIOUS! And I will fight for it!
I know that today I will only have seven of these attacks, I will fight for my life only seven times today, I know this river, and I know that it has no malicious intent. Tonight, I will go on another boat on this same river, I will be on silky smooth water, and as the sun sets I will gasp for air again… the sheer beauty that surrounds me will touch my soul. I will cry a tear, I will smile a smile, I will learn something about myself and my limits, I will dream a new dream and tomorrow morning, with the dawn of the new day, I will meet the new me.