It is said that before entering the sea
a river trembles with fear.
She looks back at the path she has traveled,
from the peaks of the mountains,
the long winding road crossing forests and villages.
And in front of her,
she sees an ocean so vast,
that to enter
there seems nothing more than to disappear forever.
But there is no other way.
The river can not go back.
Nobody can go back.
To go back is impossible in existence.
The river needs to take the risk
of entering the ocean
because only then will fear disappear,
because that’s where the river will know
it’s not about disappearing into the ocean,
but of becoming the ocean.
Was thinking about it always, even more after tracing the paths of the Ganges.
Interesting find yesterday was how Roads have replaced rivers, and how so similar yet to different they are.
Both start small one as stream, and one as trails. How both assimilate and join others in due course, changing the shape, size and form, based on the surrounding and the environments, with their own tributaries.
Earlier the key skill was swimming, and now it seems it has moved to driving. Slowly, from roads, it's even moved to the air.
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