Drifting wood

I had this feeling before. When I need to blog about it, at such times of distress, you know I am not just here to de-stress...

I feel again, like that drifting piece of wood. Beyond the horizon, I see no land. Fear strikes that I may never hit land, forever floating on this empty sea, under the limitless sky towards the endless horizon. If eternal were this, then let eternal mean end.

Emptiness, in the sea where no foundation holds. I feel powerless in its drifts, as though the drifts knows the place where all this becomes no more.

Tussling back and forth, nothing seems to matter. The forces of nature seem too huge for a plank to challenge. Maybe Mother Nature expected me to just float in its sea all along, and ridicules my every attempt to do anything beyond the role of a drifting wood.

Life becomes senseless, for what existence is worthy of one that drifts? Maybe its time I finally realise my role at that drifting wood... maybe life will become its through senseless, but I will then be living the full potential of it all...