Today while travelling in the local public transport I saw something that made my day.
A boy who looked around five years old was standing on the side of the street with his mother, carelessly munching on a cracker with the most precious smile on his face.
This sounds pretty normal but the way he beamed was so perfect that I couldn’t help smile as well. This stranger managed to light up my face by doing nothing at all except for enjoying the luxury of a crispy biscuit.
This moment will forever be special to me because amidst the rush of enormous vehicles there’s a little boy who is enjoying the simple pleasures of life to the fullest.
Standing on the edge the sounds are almost inaudible, the hundreds of people seem miles away. All I can hear is the sound of my heart, pumping blood to every part.
The deep abyss lies before me, tempting me to fall in. Into the bone-chilling cool that hurts until you get used to it. I’m so close, so close to loosing myself into a force powerful enough to kill me.
Something in me is afraid but nearly 99% is willing to take the risk and so I do.
Following a gunshot I let myself fall in, headfirst, and there’s a loud sound that replays in my mind until I begin to move, battling the force. Not seeing. Not thinking.
I only stop when I’ve reached a wall. I made it I won the swimming championship!