Intimations of mortality.
Psychiatric woe in its myriads shades and incarnations.
The urge to climb up the hierarchy of a social species,
as the sparks fly upwards?
The denial of death?
Lust for life?
Lust for lust's sake?
or more decent motivations: freindships; health for you and an approach passed down by example to the youngsters
A pill has been taken following an extracted tooth, and the only part of me now swimming is my head.
Basic summarized question, the above meandering nothwithstanding. Swimming gives us something, relief from bad aspects of our lives, or at least some distraction; it also helps us heal from wounds in the character. How has it made your life a better thing?