Washed Out

No matter how hard we try to go against the current, the determination will slowly be eroded, bit by bit till there is none left. Spent and listless, we will bob along, allowing the unceasing flow decide on our destiny. It is not ours to decide anymore. Our lives are not ours. We become the debris that eventually gets washed out to sea. And then we die an inconspicuous death, drowned, suffocated by our own inability to stand up against the forces we loathe. We only have ourselves to blame for becoming one of the mindless masses.

Author: Peter Tan

Peter Gabriel Tan. Penangite residing in the Klang Valley. Blissfully married to Wuan. A LaSallian through and through. Slave to three cats. Wheelchair user since 1984. End-stage renal disease since 2017. Principal Facilitator at Peter Tan Training specialising in Disability Equality Training. Former columnist of Breaking Barriers with The Borneo Post. This blog chronicles my life, thoughts and opinions. Connect with me on Twitter and Facebook.