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in learning how to swim.. first you have to forget

I remember my first swimming lesson.
I was thrown into the deep water just like that.
Not even knowing how to stay afloat.
Maybe you had the same kind of first lesson too.

The instructor would teach us how to move our hands and legs.
again.. before even knowing how to stay afloat.
we would frantically move our hands and legs
so that our body would move towards the instructor.

that bloody instructor who would slowly take a step back,
and another step back.. and then another..
but always seemed close enough for us to reach.
on and on..

and before we know it..
our body somehow already know how to stay afloat.
just like that.
and it will never forget that ability.

I thought it was magical.

and the same principle applies to our life too.

sometimes we find ourselves suddenly thrown into a deep mess.
or a deep sorrow that just keep on pulling us down.
there is simply no way and no point trying to figure out how to solve this crisis.
the only thing we can do is to do our best to keep moving on.

the only way to learn swimming is to forget that you are learning how to swim.
you got to be so desperate that every fibre in your body has only one instinct and intent.
to survive. to overcome. to prevail.

and before you know it..
you have overcome it. you prevailed.
just like that.
and you will no longer be the same.

i am grateful and humbled by what God has taught me over the last one year.
most of all, I learn this..

“The only things we can keep are the things we freely give to God. What we try to keep for ourselves is just what we are sure to lose.”


Give up yourself, and you will find your real self.
Keep back nothing.
Nothing that you have not given away will be really yours.
Nothing in you that has not died will ever be raised from the dead.

Look for yourself, and you will find in the long run only hatred, loneliness, despair, rage, ruin, and decay.
But look for Christ and you will find Him, and with Him everything else thrown in.”
C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity   

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