Drown

Could we find a better place or a better time than this?
Is it the continuous uncertainty taking over all we took for granted?Or may it be that we believe that we truly deserve another life?Could we build a future for ourselves from the ruins of this present?Will we go back to dark times?Or is there a shelter of light among those deep black oceans?Touched by unidentifiable creatures that swim the cold waters, soft and rigid, light yet strong, blind and instinctive...
We swim disoriented, tired, alone. No guidelines, no previous experience, no mental images, no memory, no maps.
Imagination, a better tool for the worst of times?Unveil your hidden skills: there might be another challenge, a king or a queen in another world of fantasy. Somewhere else, and yet here, so present.
Use your mind: there is no invincible object, no wall too high or rocky, no far away limit. It is just you. Against the elements. A struggle for survival, the battle of the fittest. And then, you start re-building. But never forget, before you got into this proclaimed paradise, that before all this, we were drowning. Remember the darkness, since it exists to enhance the light of a shining star. So, in this period of de-construction, I ask you again: Could we find a better place or a better time than this?