A river doesn't hold a grudge against a rock in its path. A leaf doesn't refuse to blow in the breeze. It allows itself to be spun around and then lands gently, once the storm has passed. A plant doesn't deny water or sunshine. I know all this, yet here I am, struggling to keep myself afloat. I have been given the gift of self-awareness, but it is quickly turning into self-destruction. Here is what I must accept: I have appeared from nowhere, I will disappear into nowhere, and on the way I am madly running, not really enjoying what is now and here. I must let whatever comes, come. Let whatever goes, go. I will stop demanding. I won't regret. Won't cling. Won't control. I will simply flow. I will let it go.
