I remember as I fought to hold on. I knew that I had to let go. This however this was an unthinkable notion as my physical makeup told me to keep fighting. There was a point though; A point when I was at the tipping point, where I let go and accepted my fate. I accepted death. This moment marked the time where I can consciously remember the acceptance of forgetting my identity, my ego, my everything. The irony is that within this moment of no control was the greatest taste of liberty that I have ever experienced.
Posted on Saturday, April 5th 2014