what the tide could bring

“I was never gonna get off that island. I was gonna die there, totally alone. I was gonna get sick, or get injured or something. The only choice I had, the only thing I could control was when, and how, and where it was going to happen. So... I made a rope and I went up to the summit, to hang myself. I had to test it, you know? Of course. You know me. And the weight of the log, snapped the limb of the tree, so I-I - , I couldn't even kill myself the way I wanted to. I had power over *nothing*. And that's when this feeling came over me like a warm blanket. I knew, somehow, that I had to stay alive. Somehow. I had to keep breathing. Even though there was no reason to hope. And all my logic said that I would never see this place again. So that's what I did. I stayed alive. I kept breathing. And one day my logic was proven all wrong because the tide came in, and gave me a sail. And now, here I am. I'm back. In Memphis, talking to you. I have ice in my glass... and I've lost her all over again. I'm so sad that I don't have Kelly. But I'm so grateful that she was with me on that island. And I know what I have to do now. I gotta keep breathing. Because tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring?"

Chuck Noland (Tom Hanks character in CAST AWAY)

This is my favorite quote from the movie. This is the quote that I held onto during those first couple of months after my dad died.

I love it because it tell you that if you just keep breathing, keep living, God will give you a sail to get you out of that island. God won't teleport you out of there and bring you to a safe place, but He will give you a sail -- which means you still have to build a boat and paddle out to sea and fight the sharks and battle Atlanteans and syokoy and ... well, maybe you'll just fight a shark or two.

Keep breathing :-)

Comments

Wella said…

Ganda. Nicely written.

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