When I come to the water, the sounds are therapeutic, drowning out that which could burden.
I liken the sounds to lectures of an ethereal variety.
Understanding the lessons gleaned from spending time lost, wandering on paths of futility.
Why do we endlessly contort ourselves in an effort to have others figure us out – when we don’t give ourselves the same courtesy of figuring ourselves out?
I’ve learned that the water doesn’t waste its time figuring out the rock, instead the water flows purposely and that which lies in its path is changed.
The water carves the rock…
I have to remind myself to be like the water.
Considering that the human body is approximately 50% to 75% water, why should that be an impossible task?
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