Oh, Hi Dory! Nice to meet you, beautiful blue fishy.

I have been dunking and/or pulled under in the water several times a year for more than 10 years now. It starts with mild stages as it increase the intensity before I realized I was gulping in some water.

I am not going to stop swimming.

I refuse to allow let shark bites, jelly fish stings and peacock mantis shrimp punches stopping me from swimming and stay above the water.

But…

I am so tired. I want to sleep. My energy is diminishing to nothing. No. I must keep swimming because I have people who needs me at the shore. I got to keep my eyes open and keep going. I have people who supported me, carried me on their shoulders when I needed it the most. Keep on swimming is what I’ll shall do.

One day, I’ll be able to sit on the sand, with a big gulp of air as the water dripping off me. Heart races will continue to slow as I grasp the air filling up into my lungs. The body shakes slowly slowed as my brain seems to grasp the fact that I’m sitting on the warm gritty sands. Sun shining against my skin as it warmed. Taking in the sight of beautiful green leaves on the trees depending on where I land in the world. The buildings surrounding the trees line. As I look back at the water as it touches the beautiful soft blue sky. I grab my knees close to my chest and look back at the water and see how much I’ve swim across the ocean.

I am not going to stop swimming because I know one day, I’ll be able to stand at the shoreline screaming “I made it!” at the top of my lungs.

I am going to get there. One. Day.