Friday, October 16, 2009
It wasn't exactly deep water, but it was cold. 58 degrees if I remember correctly.
It barely went any higher that what you see there. There were a few pools deeper.
Nothing to worry about.
But it was voluntary stepping in.
Yet, sometimes, we step into it. Usually we use images of stepping into, well,
poop. (Hey, I have children, you need to call it something.)
Most of the times, I step into it because I am not aware of what is going on around me. I'm not seeing things clearly. I'm being selfish. I'm not being self-controlled.
"Like a city whose walls are broken down is a man who lacks self-control."