Don’t you see you are drowning?

The swelling waters, the broken oars and the strong monsoons. The ocean is becoming violent by the minute but your pride and ego are still stronger than sense. Everything is pointing towards the beginning of the end, the sharks are circling the dhow impatiently their massive teeth set in a grim smile but still you refuse to call out, it is all a dream, a very bad dream, but the salty taste in the air reminds you that you are wide awake, in a movie where you are the main and the only character but still, your pride you cannot swallow. Don’t you see you are drowning?

You wait to hear ‘camera, set, action” but nobody is shouting out. Life has just got you where it wants but still, your ego would not let you close your eyes, your pride has refused to let your knees bend. Like a man you have been so you will go down, defiant and fighting to the end. You fool, don’t you see a chance to redeem yourself? How much will it take you to whisper if you can’t shout? Who can you call now? Your high profile security? Your fifty banks and cruise ships? Your massive hotels? Things are getting thick now and pushing you to the edge. Here no one can save you, not even with the best technology and passing every second brings the end nearer and nearer.

You try to remember that verse you read long ago, wait, is there a book like Zedekiah in the bible, or is it in that Danielle Steel’s text? You try to remember that prayer you said in elementary school but then it dawns on you that you barely said any. You were too busy pinching that girl with long skirts and bad hair. You stare in regret at how you are going down and for the first time in your life you have nothing to say, or maybe you don’t know who to tell. If only you knew you would drown someday...

All of us can relate to this, because it is just who we’ve been at some point or another. We’ve prayed for houses and when we get them we forget whoever gave it to us. We pray for big jobs and properties but when we get them, humility becomes a foreign term and our egos are inflated. How long will it take us to see that we are drowning in the oceans of vanity? How long till we know someday all these shall come to an end? Where will we run then? Where will we hide our shame? The clouds are formed and then they bring the rain but do they last forever? They disappear and soon the sun is shining. So will we someday, but will we remember who we are or where we have come from?