Constantly wondering where I stand feels like the first time I tried to open my eyes in the ocean. I was totally surprised by the immense stinging I felt while clumsily trying to piece together the murkiness I felt between my feet.
Imagine an overly ambitious, perhaps overly cautious 6 year old--who clearly had no idea what the ocean was--slowly paddling from the shore and feeling quite brave and determined. I pictured nothing but stillness beneath the waves that scared and excited me. After a few tries I finally tucked my head into the water, thinking maybe if I focused hard enough the stinging would stop and the waves would crash together into something clear.
A fish whizzed passed me, interrupting my concentration, and I suddenly realized I wasn't even touching the ground anymore.
The burning never stopped
and I am still just a little afraid of fish in the ocean.
Imagine an overly ambitious, perhaps overly cautious 6 year old--who clearly had no idea what the ocean was--slowly paddling from the shore and feeling quite brave and determined. I pictured nothing but stillness beneath the waves that scared and excited me. After a few tries I finally tucked my head into the water, thinking maybe if I focused hard enough the stinging would stop and the waves would crash together into something clear.
A fish whizzed passed me, interrupting my concentration, and I suddenly realized I wasn't even touching the ground anymore.
The burning never stopped
and I am still just a little afraid of fish in the ocean.
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