There’s an old Samurai saying—Die before going into battle—the idea is to accept death so you can fight without fear.
Kubla and I go to the beach. In less than 30 seconds he’s wet and sandy. I try to keep his filthy hands off me. For ten minutes I valiantly brush the sand off my shirt, trying in vain to keep clean.
Eventually Kubla’s dirty little hands break through my defenses. Resistance is pointless. I’m a wet, sandy mess.
No longer concerned with keeping clean, we giggle as I chase him up and down the shore, into the water and onto the rocks.
We enjoy a warm bath together when we get home.
The next day we go to the beach again. My shirt now knows that only a fool or a bore would try to stay clean. “This shirt is already sandy and wet,” I tell myself as we bounce onto the beach without fear. No ten minutes are wasted this time in protecting something that doesn’t need protecting. I chase him into the water.
What do you pointlessly resist?
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