Catharsis

As the waves rolled over, there was nothing but the overpowering feeling of oppression that throws you against the wall, leaving you thrashing with nowhere to run and drenched in the reality of the futility of your ego that thought it could endure all.

You try to stand against the onslaught of the tsunami that leaves you breathless, gasping to break through to the surface and a plea on your lips, begging for it to be over.

You realize then, the power it has over the frailty of your strength as you unravel, screaming. When you fall to your knees, it's over.

It's funny how all humbling realizations come painfully but leave you feeling cleansed, almost redeemed and smiling because you learnt that one lesson only life could teach you in its undulating, cruel, idiosyncratic ways.

Through it all is the unshakeable belief, that it happens for a reason. Always a good one. Good things happen to good people, remember?

And so it brings me to one of the most precious memories I added to my treasure trove today, swimming and screaming, laughing in the wind, dreaming out loud, gulping in the sky and sunlight stealing through the canopy of trees, in the face of childhood tales.

Feeling closure with the people who're loved, respected or admired, coming together with firm hands and unsteady feet, looking out to the horizon (unmarred by ugly purple buildings) with promise in eyes and anticipation in soul.

Thank you for making it happen. Here's looking at you, kid. *raises glass*