It's the comedown that hurts. Having your wings clipped at 10,000 ft by the rolling storm that crushes you. Falling back down into a sea of sadness below, Icarus. Waiting for the inevitable hit as you breach the water's surface, cascading down deeper as you struggle to fight the water forcing you down. You accept your fate, that today you are drowning. You won't die, you won't drown forever, but maybe that's worse. You will be trapped here, the only thing keeping you alive is the fuel of another good day. A day where the sun will rise and you will soar across the eastern sky in a blaze of glory.
Once you've given up completely, you accept that maybe this is the time you drown and die; this is your final hopeful gulp of air being replaced with the foul taste of salt water. As you sink further into the ocean, your life flashes before your eyes. Your bruised and battered body hits the oceans floor. Your life wasn't what you wanted, it wasn't how you wanted, it didn't have the people you wanted, you didn't do the things you wanted to. The life that you controlled wasn't really yours, you merely lived it. The inevitability of death and her hideous face reared up towards you has made you realize, this isn't it. Your life is not a chosen one, but a gifted one. The life you had such sweet plans for is ending every moment you accept your fate against the oceans cold unforgiving floor.
You look around and question your surroundings. Perhaps if the plankton and scum of the sea can survive all the way down here, perhaps I can too? Perhaps I asked too much of my gift. Expected too much. Your choice has been made, not to give into deaths luring calls, but to exist; for now, how you can. A brilliant life you may not lead, but a life you will. All of a sudden the waters force doesn't seem so horrid anymore. The acceptance of your current predicament has given birth to a new sense of existence.
You kick your legs, you spread your arms; you're swimming towards the surface.
You break the waters surface like a volcano erupting, into the air you fly. Despite knowing your victory might be short lived, you feel unconquerable as you sore the sky in an air filled with pure happiness. A thirst for knowing gets the better of you as your glaze at the water, the horrid sounds of the waves crash and thud below you. The thought of what could've been crosses your mind and you can't help but wonder, what if I had given up? As you fly and whisk through the clouds, the sea calms below you and a brighter day seems to have dawned. Could this be a change, a time for you to fly uninterrupted; perhaps having hit rock bottom has allowed you to see things in a new light. Your burden is gone and you've taken flight. Nothing holding you back, only open skies from here on out.
That day is the one. The one day you remember for the rest of your life. The day you decided that drowning - it's not for you.
The day you decided that life,
Is what you wanted it to be.
Despite all of the strife,
You will never flee,
You will face your problems head on,
And you will live on.
This life might be rough,
But fuck, aren't you tough?