A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about a childhood experience in which I almost drowned trying to lift a capsized rowboat off of me. I ended the story with the following thought: "Instead of struggling to swim upward, I had to swim downward to reach the surface."
As promised, I am now revisiting that thought.
We struggle so hard to rise to the top. Sometimes, the very act of struggling is what keeps us from getting there. We can literally kill ourselves and each other as we fight and claw our way toward a pinnacle we may never reach. It takes a lot of courage and wisdom to know when to abandon the struggle so that we might truly live.