My Drive to Survive

by Christopher Lovejoy on September 18, 2011

I was alive. I was eager to learn, to follow my bliss, to make a life for myself, however modest that might be. As long as I could breathe, I would act in whatever way was possible to me.

I inhaled deeply and exhaled gratefully. I would remain alert to rescue attempts, but I no longer expected one. Any future rescue attempt would have to be initiated by yours truly.

I turned away from the sea and began walking. In the days ahead, I would explore this island as fully as I could, mindful of my needs and priorities in context: juicy fruit, shelter, fresh water, fire.

In truth, I had everything I needed for the time being.

The dry season was starting and the weather was fine.

I was fortunate enough to have no need of medication.

With a beach towel on my hammock, I could sleep naked all night without a chill. With coconuts, figs, bananas, and juicy fruit aplenty, I had my need for water and calories covered. Life was good.

But I also knew that the vicissitudes of life could have me begging for more.

Hence my intention to stay open to making or seeking alternate arrangements.

I had no plastic tarp in my case of provisions, but I did have a beach towel and a hammock, which would serve me well through the dry season, even if it rained on occasion.

I had no water purification tablets or watermakers or portable water purifiers, but I did have a few plastic bags for collecting condensation ~ just in case.

My wooden matches wouldn’t last forever, but I did have a portable mirror for lighting fires before the sun went down, and I knew that I could easily fashion wooden tools for starting fires at night.

Having a rope is also a good thing to have, but I lost mine when I abandoned my yacht. Maybe this island paradise had the raw materials for making a new rope.

I had no flashlight for a walk in the dark, but I did have the moonlight and the starlight, which were quite brilliant out here in the open, in the middle of the sea. On those overcast nights when darkness was impenetrable in this oceanic world, I would just have to chill by the fire. Or make a torch?

The thought of getting caught naked in a chilly torrential downpour made me laugh, but as long as I was away from rushing waters, my survival blanket would keep me warm and dry.

My only real concern was getting swept away to sea by a tsunami. At the present time, I had no solution for this contingency, but I remained open to having one soon.

For the most part, I felt safe and secure. I could channel my thoughts and project my feelings with peace of mind to get what I needed and do what needed doing.


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