Just an I

I was asked to jump into a river. I said, "I cannot swim". I was told, "You can". I said again, " No, I cannot". I was told again, "of course you can." I was worried, "What if I die!" I was assured " Don't worry you won't die." I said, "I am scared!". I was consoled, "we are there.".
Worried, scared, and extremely panicked, I jumped into the the river. Truly speaking, I did not know how to swim. I could only remember the assurance "We are there", and I noticed the same. They were there- each one of them but only to laugh at my ignorance. Struggle. Breathlessness. Panic. I was drowning. I decided to give it a last try. I tried to swim. I tried to spread myself like wings and swim. First stroke was a failure. Second stroke was unsuccessful too. But steadily my body was trying to swim and finally at my utmost surprise I was swimming. I was alive UNEXPECTEDLY. I was extremely happy and wanted to thank everyone who had asked me to jump into the river. I went to thank them, remembering the voice, "You can... of course you can." I was shocked - they were there,  I was there. They could speak even now. I could swim now as they had spoken. Things were almost the same except some jumbling of words. Only that now, "You can" had become "How can you?" "How could you?"
Anyway, I was shattered but more confident than ever.
(You must have noticed  repeated use of the first person pronoun,'I' in my writing.)
A voice had once said, "Fools always talk in first person". That voice was not a fool for sure. I am thankfully a fool. I don't throw people in misery and laugh at them. So should not I be a little proud be a fool?        

I was asked to jump into a river. I said, "I cannot swim". I was told, "You can". I said again, " No, I cannot"...

There is an 'I' in all of us. We often overlook it, we often ignore. It is not exactly our fault. In this busy world we seldom get time to see within us, to talk to us, to know us. Let me explore that 'I' in me.

Something is lost in the race, something has gone, something I think I knew, something I think I had once possessed, something I had owned someday. How was it, I can't very well remember but a vague picture is visible. It is something I had recently seen in a glass. If I remember it right, I was there, the glass was there...and then the race began...and then that 'something' was lost. I still cannot remember what exactly was it? Let me try once again. Let me bring the glass...and I think I am here. Something is still missing! Oh! no the image is not there. Yes, that 'something' was like an image...oh no that 'something' was an I. It means I have lost myself. Then who is this standing against the glass? Who is arguing about the loss? I? But that is lost.
The race but continues, a race without an 'I' in it,a race without an eye, a blind race. I have to run somehow, for some reasons, to reach somewhere...someday...
HURRY UP!          

There is an 'I' in all of us. We often overlook it, we often ignore. It is not exactly our fault. In this busy world we seldom get t...