“Can you imagine a life with no fear?
What if faith, not fear, was your default reaction to threats?”
-Max Lucado –
I always wanted to learn how to swim.
It’s a common knowledge, when thinking of a vacation the first thing that comes to mind is swimming. Filipinos love the water. Well, aside from the fact that we’re located near the equator and considered a tropical country, we just loved the smell of ” bagong paligo“.
So who wouldn’t want to be in the water?…
No one but….
Not everyone knows how to swim.
And I was one of them.
Swimming for me was like a DREAM.
To enroll in a swimming class was not an option because it is usually out of the budget, though, not really that expensive. Actually learning how to swim is more of experienced. You learned the art of swimming by experienced.
So, every time I’m on the beach or pool with families or friends I envy those who can swim. Several times, I attempted to ask a friends or relatives to teach me how to swim, but every time they will let me on my own I just sink.
Until it happened again, I’m on the beach walking in the water (not above the water) about 4 ft below and asked again one of my colleague if she can to teach me how to swim.
Me: Can you teach me how to swim?
Colleague : Oh you don’t know? But I thought you’re swimming?
Me: Hahaha just pretending I’m swimming, actually I’m walking in the water.
Colleague: Okay then, first you must know how to float. Try it. Relax.
Me: (After trying to float several times) I can’t. I don’t know how to relax. It’s a bit tiring to force someone to relax, lol.
Colleague: Okay, I will hold you first and released you once you learned to float.
Me: (Every time she releases her hand I sink). I give up, I guess I would never know how to swim.
Colleague: You’re afraid of the water?
Me: I don’t know.
Colleague: Let me put it this way. Imagine that the water is the hand of God. What will you do?
Within a minute, I try again.
And I did it.
Fear and death. How do you differentiate it? How do you compare it?
I don’t fear death. I have seen it a lot when I was in the convent. About 3 or 4 times a year, the community celebrated a sister’s going home to the Father. A celebration, because death is a part of human life.
It’s the fear that I feared. It’s more than death to me, because fear has my permission to take me to be feared. I allow fear to happen.
While death can come once, fear happens repeatedly.
Fear will always be there just around the corner, waiting to get someone’s attention. While death will be waiting to take his turn.
I fear of losing a friend, a parent, a family members. I fear of losing my career. I fear of losing myself while living.
For some, death happens everyday.
Stuck in traffic. Waiting in line. Changing jobs. A failed relationship. It is the same. A death.
Whether or not we fear of death or death fears us, it is in our power to choose what we believe. To choose to wake up or not, to dress up or not, to eat or not, to fight or not, to love or not, to live or not.
Fear is a feeling, a suffering, a state of the mind. It is a private thing. Only me, myself and I knows it.
Death is a fact, a pain, a public thing.
It is the end of an earthly life, but the beginning of eternity.
” The darkness that surrounds us cannot hurt us. It is the darkness in your own heart you should fear.”