Let’s stand a bit near the river…
The wind is warm. The shoulder is strong. The hand is tender.
The river is going…. We are standing….
The eyebrows are a bit arched as though there is an eternal question in your eyes.
And what would happen if we start talking?
And if one single word would be… not a lie, but half-true?
And what if some other smell would suddenly appear apart from this fresh water one?
Or some loud sound?
How many sudden things can frighten our unexpected paradise…
Why are we not as strong as the river?
Why don’t we know in this definite way where to go?
Why doesn’t it have any doubts about its mission?
Let’s stay here for another moment.
One more quiet moment.
I love the way the river moves. It’s so purposeful, so confident… It’s not afraid to turn and bend, to overcome obstacles on its way. Once it chose its way and it follows it. It takes rain and snow and they become its part. Why is it so confident?
Where are we going after that?
To the city? To have a drink? To have a meal? To laugh? To react? To make statements? To be like others? To fill our time with some nice stuff? We don’t know what to choose.
Why does the river know where to go?
Because it knows that at the end of its way it becomes an ocean.