Perhaps to live in a state of constant denial is much more convenient rather than to try to accept a thing only to reject it later. If this world is metaphorically depicted as a boundless ocean, acceptance is like jumping off the ship that sets sail on the vast expanses of the waters, where one would learn to swim with no help of any sort; the ‘self’ then becomes the only thing one can depend upon. To stay alive, a man has to wade ceaselessly with all his four limbs and stay afloat on the surface of the sea; should his body become tired, he will drown to the bottom of the deep waters where no light could ever reach him … countless sea waves shall break upon his body, now and then followed by a momentary calm that is both soothing and terrifying, since the next storm is surely bound to come — ultimately forcing him to surrender back to the ship which he once left somewhere distant, provided it has managed to endure … Had he never chosen to leave his ship, he wouldn’t have had to go through such troubles; all he would have had to do then would be to keep sailing through safely, never himself having to taste the salty waters of the sea. Even though the ship shall suffer through the passage of time and finally sink, no matter how delicately it has been taken care of, it would certainly be much less bothersome than having to wade helplessly like some dying old dog.