What do they say about life and lemonade?

So here's something I doodled a while ago. Apologies if it doesn't make sense. If it does, just send me a hug...I could do with one right now.


Sometimes I feel I am in the middle of an ocean on a dinghy little raft, holding on to it for my life, while all around me I have roaring waves threatening to overturn the raft any minute. I don’t know swimming, and all I seem capable of doing is to pray for non-existent help. Can only a miracle save me in this situation? I don’t know what to do to better my chances of survival. But surprisingly, I am not all terrified or miserable. Sure, I don’t know what will happen the next minute, but I am doing what I believe is the best I can do at this particular minute...and that is to pray to God for strength! Yes, just for strength so that I hold myself together in this ordeal.

I am no coward, and I took this chance to venture out into the ocean, and now that I face a near-fuck-it-all situation, I am going to be brave and face it with my head held high. Deep down I know I did my best to avoid this fuck-up, and now that I am in here, I confess I don’t know what to do. There doesn’t seem to be any help at hand. I take one minute at a time; I don’t know for how long. If I am sure of one thing, it is this that if I have to go down, that will be with the knowledge that I ain’t a coward.