les mots finals

when a man drawns, he has plenty of reasons to be fighting for his life. He's clinging to whatever he used to have whether it's family, friends or fortune. but time comes when he realizes that his struggle is meaningless, that no boat is ever going to show up and rescue him. His once terrified eyes are now gradually becoming peaceful. He relaxes his exhausted muscels and inhales what appears to be his last breath. he lets the water gush impatiently into his lungs where it is most generously recieved. And then nothing.
nothing.
as if at this exact moment, life loses any sense of meaning it once had. His miserable job, wife, kids and false achievements are now far away. Then it's revealed, what he'll fail to put into words, the essence of life. He'll smile and continues in his ways towards the light.

but I'm just saying...