Survival Beyond Skills...LOH #253

Sincerely, I just know I would survive, yeah. I am not the tough/hard type, and this is not about pretending or trying to put myself out there as a survival expert. But then, I will definitely survive. I have been through a lot already, so I know I would do my possible best to navigate my way through, and that's not because I'm fearless, but I am not the type to back off or give up. Even though I'd get scared by the various sounds, darkness, and even the imaginary images, still I would keep on going while holding on to hope. And as long as my hope and faith are alive, I'm good to go.

First and foremost, my concern would be water. Yeah, if it's rainy, I'd find a way to collect some water or find any means to dig a pit and collect water in it. I might try looking for a stream or river, as the first thing that could get me out of it or make me feel weary is getting dehydrated. Not as if it would take away the fear, nope, not as if I won't get tired, but then, I would make sure to keep going while reminding myself that giving up is never an option.

The next on my list should be what to eat, but then I could get my hands on fruits and such. So, shelter would come in. I would find a space that's safe enough to erect a resting place. I would gather sticks, leaves, and the like to put up something. Likewise, I know it wouldn't be easy, but then I won't give up.

Likewise, I would also never get disconnected or get far from my Maker; I'd keep praying and talking to him every minute. I would ask him for strength and guidance; I would pour out my heart to him, as he's the only one journeying with me. And with that, I know I'd feel some sort of rest in my spirit; that is enough to keep me going and trying.

Thinking about it again now, it seems it wouldn't be that easy to lay my hands on eatables. I'm not good with hunting, and I'm not a fisherman. Even if I was, I can't possibly catch fish with bare hands. But then, I would make do with any fruits or animals I could find. Surviving even in the good and pleasant times is never about being strong, not to talk of a situation like this; in every situation, it is of importance to keep one's hope alive. And that's exactly what I would do.

It's definitely not going to be easy out there; the loneliness on its own would be on another level, as I am not used to that. Now it will be me and Mother Nature, hearing different sounds of animals, the sound of the wind, the rushing of the rivers, and all sorts of things. To survive goes beyond having something to eat and drink; it's about you, you personally. What's your belief? Do you believe you would make it through? And that's it for me. I would keep holding on and believing while talking with my newfound friends of birds, trees, and most times...myself.

At the end of it all, it's obvious I would be tired, dirty, sick, and exhausted. But then, I would definitely be proud of myself, I would be glad I made it through and survived despite all odds. I would be glad I held on to hope and refused to give up. I would be glad I made it even though I'm imperfect. Then, it would be much more than having survival skills; it would be more of a survival story, filled with hope, faith, and the quiet strength that kept me going even when it did not feel/look like it.

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