It’s been nine years since the first time I learned how to dive independently in a body of water; it was in the sea, with a trusted mentor that time. And today, the best thing that’s happening again? I’m learning how to swim again, on the surface of the water, at least. Another opportunity to learn is given to me, I’m happy for this. I was taught how to dive before, but not to swim, there’s a difference… I can still remember how I was told to dive and so I did! But what I learned was not enough. I was 16 years old that time, was unfortunate, was vulnerable and innocent, thus was just following the tide of life as an adolescent; confused, blacksheep, hardheaded, freedom fighter, wants independence, misunderstood, abused, used. I was taught how to dive, and that’s life, to dive in the ocean of life; i was scared but I did! Yet, was not able to learn quickly how to swim smoothly and freely. I was left in the middle of the sea, just like, I didn’t learn more when I was left by this mentor, those were passing days when we were together; a student and a trusted friend. I learned how to move on by my own initiative and ambition with determination that I can still learn, it was a crying moment, last crying moments. And so I did. I learned and saw how was the life treating me. I found the place where I can plunge myself freely, with a trusting heart and hopeful that it would be eternal. This is where I am. Today, literally I’m learning to swim again and yet my reflection soars high that I can still remember the frustration I had in my younger years. I was sad, confused, was left alone to dive and nearly drowned. In the shore, I found myself lying naked, tired, gasping and half dead. But now that I learned how to swim in life though starting to learn how to swim literally, I am happy, that I learned and still learning in the school of life. Ah, past; past is past, but still part of mine, a starting point, a diving board, to do a somersault, that this mentor would know, that I learned.