Living

Should I go for it? Should I jump into the cold small lake in the dead of night, naked as the day of my birth? Yes...yes, I jump and am swallowed. The lake--chill and crisp--welcomes my frame and refreshes me surprises me, delights while nearly killing me. If I knew why my silly delusional mind deemed it wise to embrace the smooth almost icy surface, what use would I have for life? The experiences and failures that pave the road of life define us and guide us. Why deprive my/yourself of these possibilities. Maybe skinny-dipping in the pond of life is what keeps us alive. Will you swim with me?