I go through my days swimming against the current. I slowly lose my breath. The light from above shines down on my skin, keeping me warm, giving me life. My flesh gets tired, yearning to give in. How easy would it be to just stop fighting, to let the waves take me where they want. But the light gives me strength. How glorious it is, how pure and magnetic. I can't, nor will, give in to this strong beast that tries to pull me down. I keep kicking and fighting it. Few strive to go in this direction, but how foolish would I be to give up.