More then 3 months ago, I fell into a pond of water... At first, there were logs and wood for me to cling on, though I lose grip very often, the supply of logs and wood are still abundant. I took them for granted and just let loose as and when I felt like...
1 month passed... I was unhappy that the wood and logs could not keep me dry and warm... I was still in the water. I was angry with the logs and wood and no matter how many times they float to my side for me to cling on, I pushed them away and swam on myself... Wood and logs felt hurt by my actions but still stayed by me. At that point of time I was already in the river.

One day, cold and tired, I got so mad that I told wood and logs to get out of my sight and that I do not want to see them again! I was just venting my frustrations on them. I was nearing the waterfall, I did not see... I went with the water flow and fell 10 feet high down the waterfall. I was badly injured and bruised. I miss the company of the wood and logs. I told wood and logs to come back to me, and they did.. They hang on by my side... But they are no longer the wood and logs I used to cling onto.. They are now infested and rottening away... for they stayed too long with me in the water... They no longer treat me as well as they did, for they were tired too.. Now.. here I am...
3 months later, still treading in the water, only that now, I'm in the ocean, so vast, and so alone. Logs and wood are serving me still, but no longer as readily as before.

You don't drown by falling in the water. You drown by staying in the water. - Anon