Today I went on a walk and reflected on my life. I pondered this question, “When did I get the idea in me to withstand the river?”
There is an incredible universal force in our lives. It is the foundation and wellspring of our growth, like branches reaching for the sun. This force is kind, unwavering, and nutritive.
Have I been attempting to withstand the river to prove to myself the improvable doubt? Is the painful realization of the futility of my position, in a stand-off against this benevolent and moving universal force, the source of my irrational action? But how I could I ever conceal from myself that which required lifetimes of doubt to hide, and yet still each day it reaches for my eyes. How can I look away now, when I am enrobed in the beauty of the light of truth breaking through the traditions of lies and beliefs from which I have shaped my life in suit?