The River Flows 🌊

 Time Keeps On Tickin’.

    The Weather continues to move forward. A gentle reminder that the cycles of the seasons keep on rolling, regardless of the outside noise surrounding us. That nature remains in control, as it drives towards the repetition cycle, slowly dominating all those who attempt to stand in their way.

    Summer is over. At least, thats how it feels. The scorching heat no longer shows its face, around these parts of the world. 

    The sun is a sovereign reminder, that life continues to push forward. That the sands of time do not wait for nobody. That change, like the seasons, is inevitable. We must come to grips with the fact that what we see here today, can be gone tomorrow- just like that. 

    Humanity has this great need to control all which it sees. The desire to have its ego in charge, running the world and pulling the strings around it. To be the magic man behind the curtain, dictating the pace and all which surrounds it. The never-ending journey toward achieving something which likely will not succeed. And yet, we push forward regardless. We move through time, building upon what it is we have already accomplished. We push against the Universe, in attempts of conquering it ourselves.

    Time, much like water, cannot be conquered. Time cannot be stopped. It will continue to flow forward, like the rivers running towards the sea. The never-ending push, to return full circle. To return to what it has always been. Our lives aren’t much different. We spend most of our time, pushing against the flow, in attempt of becoming something we are not. Naturally, we fight against the current for years, doing out best to emerge victorious. Yet often, we find ourselves, in the later stages of our lives, returning to the sea. Surrendering to the never-ending power of the oceans, and simply allowing ourselves to go with the flow. Only once we embrace the flow, can we truly see who we were meant to be all along.

    The river of time will not be slowed. It will continue to push forward, no matter the cost. It will not allow itself to be halted, especially by the hands of man. Man can only sit and watch, as the river continues to do whatever it is the river wishes. Man will never be the one to direct the flow of it all, without first conquering itself. 

    Today, I do not feel like fighting the current. I do not wish to go against the flow. Today, of all days, I wish to simply sit back and flow with it. To allow the waters to carry me whichever way they wish. I do not wish to fight against the inevitable force of nature, one which will surely defeat me in the long run. The ability to simply accept what is, unburdened by what can be. To slowly sink, and hold the faith that the water will carry me towards the very direction I am meant to be.

    I wish only for the direction to be shown. For the journey to have a final location. To understand where it is I am being carried towards. However, I suppose that is rather naive. I suppose that the Universe is under no obligation to work or make sense, so that I may trust it. I suppose I have no right to demand such things, from a force which can surely conquer me. The human-ego and its need to understand and control everything, rings true inside of me. 

    I grow tired. I am fed up. I am defeated. To walk around, day and night, with no direction, is not a pleasant feeling. To live in the shadows, knowing what I know, yet having to pretend that things are all well, is exhausting. To be surrounded by those who cannot see the light, all the while I try to stay towards it, is dimming. The never-ending story of an uphill battle, surrounded in an environment which is clearly killing me. Perhaps I must take this as a sign to make my great escape, before it is too late. Before I become consumed by the darkness which surrounds me. Before I am left for dead, in a world which will roll over me anyways.

    Freedom comes at a price. Adventure as well. Movement is not guaranteed. The ability to make way towards something greater, requires tremendous sacrifice. I think I am finally prepared to let go. I believe I am ready to move on from this hole. I am ready to emerge from the shadows, and reclaim my status as a member of society. Although I do not love the idea- it is better than the alternative I currently find myself in. The reality that I will die here, waiting on something which will never come.

    Sometimes accepting what you cannot change is the best path forward, verse trying to change everything. 

Perhaps, I am best to simply allow the rivers to flow,

and carry me wherever they please.

        Glory Be,

                    Amen.