The Sea Within

He stared at the vast sea that lay before him. The vast greyness, a reflection of the grey monsoon skies above. The roughness of the sea seemed to mirror the storms that raged in his head.

As he walked towards the sea he could feel the cold breeze on his face. He could taste the saltiness of the sea on his lips. As he looked ahead, at the distant horizon, he couldn’t tell where the sky ended and the sea began. It felt liked the two merged together. The gloomy, moodiness of the weather reflected the gloominess he felt inside.

The past few months had taken a toll on him, had taken a toll on his mind, had shaken his core. It felt like nature, ever so coolly but so cruelly, snapped its finger and almost half of the world (ok that seemed little too far fetched) got obliterated into thin air, like a superhero movie. Leaving in it’s path death and destruction and a broken heart.

He couldn’t shake of this fear, this feeling of anxiety, of an unseen enemy creeping up on him and taking over his very being. He tried hard to grapple with the constant news of death, people loosing their lively hood, people being afraid of getting infected (he was one of them), trying to cope with what seemed to be a new normal.

And though he tried hard to keep a positive outlook on life, he struggled with his sanity. The gloominess of the situation, with its icy finger, threatened to enslave his heart. The distant horizon felt like the vaccine to combat the enemy, still distant, and far from hands reach. Everywhere, chaos reined and no one, not even the ones in power had any clue what to do. They were all safely tucked away in their so called castles, making appearance only when needed, leaving the work of combatting the enemy to be done by the struggling subjects.

As he walked towards the sea, he wished the waves would carry him away, envelop him and take him away from this cruel struggling world. He wished to become one with it. 

But then he realised that there’s so much to live for, even in the present moment. All was not lost. Though hope and faith was only things on hand, it was sufficient to fuel him on. And there was love, the love that he had in his heart, the love that he wanted to meet, the ones who mattered most of all. He couldn’t give up, for the sake of the love he felt, he had to keep the hope and faith. A wiseman said help will always comes to the ones who never give up on hope.

So he took one last glance at the sea, and then walked back to where his friend awaited him, and they returned back on the road they taken, back to the life he had known.