Basically, it's not about a person.

In the year of the unlucky number, I am almost drowned twice within four months.

The first time, in early summer was literally.

I had overestimated myself while I was swimming in a lake.

The other thing that happened later in fall was a metaphorical sinking. I had overestimated myself again, but this one is more complicated.

No idea what was worse for me.

However, in July, I was happy that I survived.

While I finally clung to the dock, I suddenly saw all the beautiful things in my life.

Then, in November, I cursed the universe because I did not sink.

However, a September later I find it kind of funny. Amusing in a tragic way.