What is “a river”? Course changing constantly, yet it remains that river. Levels rise and fall, flow speeds and slows. Tiny pebbles moved we call sediment. Large immovable stones we call its bed. Yet we wouldn’t say “the river” is its bed. “The” river is its soul. Bed, flow, ups and downs.
Neither happiness nor health nor this moment are sustainable. If you hope for any one of those, they may come, but not because of your hope: You do not hope for sadness, but that too will come again. What is constant among these changes? You. You are the river. Changing and constant, all at once. Put your hope in your self. Put your belief in your self. You are enormous.
A famous Frenchman is rumored to have quipped:
All men’s miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone.
So, see…
- “Tree. Roaring.” 30-second read
- “The still river hike” 90-second read
- “(KINGDOMS 1) Mystical Gardeners” 2-minute read
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2023-04-21 Neil D.
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