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i watched the ships arrive safely from their voyages as they docked in the harbour.
anchors plunging deep beneath the water, hitting the ocean floor with what i can only imagine to be a frightful thud.

i'm left alone with my thoughts once again.

the bitter irony begins to cloud my judgement once again,
the idea of jumping into the ocean right there and then, allowing my body to succumb to the harshness of mother nature.

my mind is forced back to the memory, the recollection, of what my grandmother had told me when i just a child.
that no matter what i felt right then, my body would fight to survive even if i wanted to die.

as a child, i had never feared death.
in fact i had been so much more afraid of the imaginary monsters that lurked beneath my bed than of something so real as the bitter confines of the afterlife.
and maybe that was why i was never afraid.

for i believed that after life there was something more.

i always wondered what it would be like to die; for no living person has ever ventured into whatever world or realm exists after this one and been able to retell the tale.

who knows,
maybe just maybe i will understand sooner than i though.