myswimminglessons

it had been a long but interesting encounter.

not sure why existentialism envelopes meeh the way it does.

but it saved meeh.

people spends their entire existence trying to find the meaning.

but i sat alone. in my own bubble.

rereading books that

i could tell you nothing of what went on around me.

i was always like this.

"why is it always after war that a man converts?"

it disrupted my thoughts.

i lifted my head to see where the voice came from

and there he was.

he excused himself, for some reason he was under the impression that i knew he was there.

i just looked at him.

"what are you talking about"

camus went to paris to join La Resistance during the time of Nazi Germany

he came back a different man.

just as viktor frankl came back from the concentration camps another man.

just as i...

we sipped on tea.

the smell of coffee triggers the gag effect and .well.

talked about nothing too important.

he wanted to know everything about meeh and i cant have that

trust issues perhaps.

but i just dont believe in putting yourself all out there.

he says "do you swim?"

i am from an island and heat is not my friend.

i dont swim, i dont even don the bathing suit!

he says, "there is a reason some dont want to be looked at."

".touched."

".seen."

he reached for my hand, and i pulled back.

he said, "i dont want to know all that, i just want to teach you to swim."

a smile flashed across my face.

while camus asserts, as do other existentialists, that there is no intrinsic rationale or moral meaning in human existence, he also believes that within each of us is the innate capacity for good.

we simply dont all reach our potential.

by the way, tomorrow is my first lesson.