- Posted December 20, 2013 by
Capturing the Human Spirit: Anonymous
I was driving home from work at 4 in the after noon. I wasn’t feeling well. Anxiety and frustration had taken over. I was analyzing not my day, but my life. What’s the point? Why am I even working, going to school? I hate work. I’m tired of those people. I’m tired of everyone. That feeling came. A thousand needles slowly pricking me one by one until I couldn’t. I screamed. Screamed to the top of my lungs. I screamed for it to end. "JUST FUCKING DO IT!"
I saw the sun. I went for it. Turned the corner and sped off down the mountain pass, chasing the sun. Down the highway I went following the sun until I found the ocean. The sun was barely still shining over the Pacific and I went for it. I grabbed the board I had in the car and ran to the water and jumped in. My heart was pounding, POUNDING. I paddled and paddled, a vast, black plane layed ahead and the sun already disappeared. I began screaming, SCREAMING, Paddling harder and harder. I looked up and a high wall of black was quickly rising above me. Fuck you! Fuck you! I paddled harder and HARDER. The wall hit me and I pushed through.
It was calm after. I sat in the water and looked up. Thousands of stars covered me, holding me, comforingt me. I was not alone. I could feel it.
I WAS FREE.