One summer, his uncle asked, “Would you like to row my boat across the lake?”
Arun grinned. "Of course! I know all about boats."
He climbed in, feeling sure of himself. But as soon as the boat rocked under him, he felt a wave of fear.
He held onto the sides, his heart beating fast.
“Keep balance,” said his uncle gently.
"I know," Arun muttered, cheeks burning.
He grabbed the oars and pushed. One oar moved forward, the other went back. The boat started spinning in circles.
The ducks nearby flapped away.
Arun felt his face get hot.
"I read three books on rowing!" Arun said, feeling frustrated.
His uncle smiled, gentle but firm. "Books can show the way, but only your hands can learn the feel of the oars."
He showed Arun how to hold the oars the same way.
👉Pull slowly. Push gently. Keep a steady rhythm.
Arun tried again.
💧 Splash.
💧 Again.
💧 Splash.
💧 Again.
This time, the boat moved straight across the bright lake. Arun’s fear faded, and he felt a quiet excitement.
Soon, he rowed with steady hands. The wind felt friendly instead of scary. When he reached the other side, Arun smiled.
“I knew many things,” he said, “but I did not know how it truly felt.”
His uncle nodded. “Theory fills the mind. Practice trains the body. Wisdom needs both.” That night, Arun still read his sea stories. But the next morning, he rushed back to the lake, excited to row again.
Moral:
You can read about life as much as you want, but you only really learn by living it.
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