Ebb and Flow

Amazing how many different ways life is likened to a body of water. The constant flow, like time, uninterrupted. The thrill and fear of hitting the rapids and trying to navigate through them in one piece. I think it’s probably more accurate to compare the two like this: Life is like a river in their number of diversities.


Perhaps the play of life and emotion is subtle, too subtle. Oh, there are times of chaos and turmoil that can be likened to the dance of the flames in a raging inferno. The problem is the quiet times because that is when reality steps in to make itself known. All too often do we invent our own little worlds and expectations to fit within our ideals heedless of those around us. Perhaps it is the ideals that are the core of the problem that so often plagues us. How much better would the world be if we could just find a way to get rid of our ideals and learn to work within reality or even better, learn to fit our ideals withing reality so that they create a harmony. But perhaps such thinking is nothing more than a flighty ideal in itself…