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The Subtlety of Survival

Someone who has read articles of people drowning a lot can only think of drowning when they see the water.

And in that water, all they can do is try to stay afloat. And in trying to stay afloat, the harder they try to keep their head above water, the more their body goes under. And in that trying to stay afloat, the illusion of drowning becomes truer, till it really happens.

Yet, it's irresponsible to try to convey to a drowning person, "Stop trying to float!! the very nature of this water is to push you up! Just lie still and relax!", because that seems like someone asking you to stop surviving.

The only thing to do is either dive in, grab them and take them outside - and they may struggle against you, scratch you, claw you, cuz they're not convinced you have the intent or the capability to save them,

Or to throw them a rope or a float, essentially a concession.

Please unlearn the non-sense you're reading in news, and tv, and take a leap of faith

Everyone in the world is looking for love and to share and spread it. May this world find more peace and love.

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