At every corner, there’s either a puddle, a pond or a sea. This is a puddle. If it’s a pond or a sea you have to make a split second decision—because there are tons of people behind you waiting—jump or find another way across.
Why haven’t I ever bothered to buy a pair of rain boots? What is wrong with me? Every time I see someone walk confidently through whatever sea faces them, without a care in the world, I think, “buy rain boots.” But I never do.