“Mystery creates wonder and wonder is the basis of man’s desire to understand.” — Neil Armstrong
In a semi-conscious state of mind, being swept by the ocean onto the soft, white, sandy shore. My vision could somehow only focus on a tiny human figuring at a distance not at all near, running towards my direction… however, the world blacked out on me in a mere few seconds as I was trying to reach out.
Upon gathering all the strength I had left to get myself up on my feet, I searched for life, food, shelter and anything necessary for survival. It was tedious, I got myself sunk about a metro deep into the muddy soil of the mangrove, which freaked me out like quicksand, while trying to reach out for the cannonball fruit which was attached on the mangrove trees. You know. it doesn’t seem too far out if I put in a little more effort… I got it but I fell. Struggled my way back to the beach to wash myself up and had a couple mouthful gulps of the salty seawater. The fruit I got took so much energy out of me just to crack open it. It was hard as steel and totally inedible. Uncontrollably, I let out a loud sigh of desperation. I could almost cry out to the sea if I had anymore energy. “Why am I on this lonesome island with nothing… nothing, but a beautiful lady… who seemed to have disappeared?” I pondered into the night, awaiting the next sunrise.