According to my research, the butterfly stroke is the hardest swim stroke to master. It takes an incredible amount of strength and coordination to successfully pull it off, requiring some serious physical and mental effort. However, the accomplishment you feel afterwards is well worth it.
I love water, but I’m not a swimmer; so I wouldn’t dare attempt such a feat. I have great respect for those who constantly try, fail, and eventually succeed at this beautiful display of physical artistry.
Love is hard, requiring work and some serious emotional effort. It reminds me of the butterfly stroke: challenging, yet beautiful and worth it.
With the sea, and with love, I just want to dive in and frolic among the waves; peacefully float on my back, trusting the calm sway will lead me somewhere safe and beautiful.
But after many failed attempts at love it’s tempering to think that maybe I’m just not good at it, and the idea of drowning has become real and terrifying.
I have great respect for those who constantly try, fail, and eventually succeed at this beautiful display of emotional artistry called love.
Each day I ask myself: “Will you sit on the shore safely? Or will you attempt to butterfly stroke?”