It seems I'm always going with the flow. I float down stream in my canoe, letting the current carry me. It seems I've always been fine that way, sitting in my little boat. I barely need to paddle at all. But now I see rapids ahead. I know I need to act. But it's been so long since I used my paddle. It seems I don't remember how. My paddle slaps off the water's surface as I try to steer. The rapids are almost here. I try again, lowering my paddle once more, harder this time. The powerful current wrenches my only means of steering from my grasp, and carries it away. Then the rapids come.
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