Castaway

I haven't finished reading The Story of Pi.  At the risk of sounding melodramatic, let me tell you how I relate to the story.

When the hyena devoured the zebra's innard, the poor creature was still alive, its good leg kicking to no avail in the wrong direction.  At that point, I was thinking about the malignant cells devouring me from the inside and I remembered crying out to God for mercy.  That was when I pondered.  What sort of mercy was I crying out for?  Was I seeking the mercy of Death or was it Healing that I sought?  A shadow of doubt crept into my mind and I hesitated.  It was something to mull over. 

How do I put it in words?  See?  If it was the mercy of Healing that I seek, would I not be bitter if it was denied? Likewise, if I had asked for the mercy of Death, and it was granted, would I not be equally embittered?  In truth, I realized that I do not know what I wanted.  So I took the easy way out.  I told my God that I will leave it to Him.  I will accept His Will.  Perhaps I had been in denial all this while for it finally dawned on me that when I accepted His Will, it made it easier for me to face my demon.

But let us go back to The Story of Pi.

Now the protagonist (Pi) is a castaway floating in the Pacific Ocean with the Beast.  Just as I became the castaway floating in the deep blue sea with my Beast.  I started blogging in July 2013.  In total I made 28 blog entries.  Yesterday, I received my first comment from an Anonymous reader.  I felt like a castaway who finally found a savior.  I will beg your indulgence but  let it be known that this anonymous entry by someone just passing through made me feel that I am no longer a floating obscurity in the sea of oblivion.