(2) A life ending

I’m thinking about calling her. After all we have been together for a while. Years. Instead I waste a few hours in the couch. Just lying around thinking nothing and watching TV. A movie about pirates and sea robbers is on. I don’t know what the difference between them two are. But I know it is a difference. Pirates are pirates and sea robbers are sea robbers. One pirate is really scary. A one eyed, dirty and merciless crook. It is written in his forehead that he is not the caring kind. Just now he is especially ruthless. A kid is force upon the board. I don’t know if there are any sharks in the water. It usually is in these kinds of stories. The one eyed pirate has all his friends with him. They all laugh and taunt. And are all unclean. I look after a parrot. No one can be seen. Maybe it’s asleep.

Back to the kid and the board. His chance of survival is non-existent. With tears in his throat he looks down on the water and then up on pirate crowd. I don’t se any sharks, but it’s still scary for him. Poor bastard. He wishes that he was home with his mommy. In his mind he makes recollections of his mommies home baked cookies with milk. And about meadows, green and mile long meadows. It’s not visualized in the movie, but you can se that’s precisely what he thinks.

But then he wakes up into the harsh reality. Far far away from milk, cookies and mommies. Pale and terrified he is forced further out on the board. It would be a difficult situation for anyone. At times like these life is never easy. The kid has no choice, and he jumps. Now his life passes in revue. He knows his time has come.

A life ending.
The last chapter is written.

You can hear the sound of a human life form hitting the water. There are only minutes left of his life. He’s got my fully support. At this time he is no longer visible. Thats that. The pirates become silent and look at each other a few times before they return to other piratey businesses. I don’t know what that is, because I turn off the TV.

What a repulsive movie. Quite the opposite to cosy, no niceness at all. Yet somehow I can identify with the kid on the board. I like to think that he makes it. That he knows how to swim and finds his way to a paradise island, builds a nice shed and discovers the love of his life. And maybe starts an ant farm.

I try to see that scenario. But no, I can’t. All I can se is black.