Swim

She jumped from the edge of a cliff. She conquered scuba-diving and explored the underworld. Despite the brave acts, she doesn’t know how to swim. She learned once, or twice, or numerous times actually, that one doesn’t really have to be a master to experience the ranges and rainbows of life. One only has to pick that fear up, pair it with the courage of the spirit, and scream and kick and breathe while becoming part of that range, that rainbow, which once was terrifying and so far away. She closed her eyes. She opened her eyes. She did it, she just did it. Her brain was shut. Her heart was beating its fastest beat. Without her knowing, she was swimming in her captivating flow.