Dreaming to live

In my formative years, I was dreaming to live. I built castles in the air, to sustain my hope, while I struggled to make sense of my existence.

There were countless times in my past where I could have died under tough circumstances. God kept me my head above water and alive. When I was younger, I was goaded into windsurfing by a bully. I was blown out into sea and lacked skills and strength to sail towards the shore. I took down my sail and laid flat on my board. Using my arms, I paddled towards shore. This is a figurative example. There are others where I was in a road accident, facing starvation, and a few more in near decapitating incidents. God saved me. Alleluia.

Music Challenge #38.