Choking for the Truth

I had a very bad flu today and yet I still can conjure up a speck of energy to swim. I practically paddled my 10 laps and had to dive quickly to the side of the pool to blow my nose. I'm swimming regularly for the past 2 weeks because I think it has an amazing soothing effect on my mind and body. Swimming can relax my tensed muscle and let my mind indulge in the semi-gravity of the moment (right before I run out of breath, kick myself back to the surface, gasping for air)

Since I can't really swim because of my running nose, I did water acrobatics, no no no not aerobics. Acrobatics. Feats and somesoults and the whole set of mind blowing maneuvers only divers and dolphines could do. While I was at it, half of the pool occupants watched my every dipping feets and arching back. I didn't realized the commotion since I was frantically trying to delegate my oxygen usage.

In the midst of loud bubbling and -in the moment- slowing of time, I kinda contemplated on a subject, a subject that is all to common to us: Denial.

Diving into the pool is like taking chances, trying to enjoy the moment by working up a force to keep balance. Being in denial is like staying in the pool and thinking that our world is the pool. One would realize that they'll be out of breath and struggle to get back to the surface but if the denial persists, one would think that the surging of water into one's nose and mouth is oxygen. In less than thirty seconds, denial will take hold of our mind and kill us.

And since denial is a state of mind, another state of mind will be killed. And there's no turning back.

Unless we look up.

When we do, a blurring image of real-time motion will hit our conscience and our whole body will ignore the mind's foolish indulgence and struggle to breathe, to live.

But when denial stood the age of time, when Self Realization suffocated along with its sisters, Truth and Reality, denial will take another form, an even dangerous state of mind:

In denial of thinking that everybody else is in denial.

By then, as one lies dead in the water, drowned by one's own perception of Life, one would observe paddling feets and gliding bodies and people rushing to the surface before looking up and think:

"What the hell do they think they are doing? Don't they realize that they are on the wrong side of the world? Bloody Fools~"