Rowing to my destination.
I am eager to reach the other side of the river. I cannot swim. I decide to row a boat. Yes, the boat is there at the shore, afloat, waiting for me. I land a gaze at the oars. Oars are in good condition, not worn out, blades are flat enough, for me to row. Now the question is "Have I rowed a boat before?". And wait, the question doesn't end here. "Do I have the strength to row a boat across the river?", "Can I overcome the currents that will obstruct my course?", "Can I row against the flow in case I need to?"....the questions keep popping and I stare at my hands, palms, arms, fingers.....And my brain goes, "Are you so fragile that you've given up even before getting on the boat? Even before taking the oars in your hands? Even before getting to know the river? You've a boat, you've hands and you've the courage, let's get started". Well, life is always like this, isn't it? It throws us in deep waters even bef...