This morning, I ran to the water, took all my clothes off, stood at the waters edge and gazed awhile in the solace of silence. I took a deep breath, still burdened with the memories of living in a constant state of reckless abandon. A stick floating down the river reminded me of my own life, where everyone warned me that if I left, life would beat me down. The stick, such as my life will inevitably get bashed among the rocks, experiencing highs and lows, might eventually be rewarded by one day finding the ocean. Everyone stayed while I went away. I was pushed to my breaking point many times, and my body was indeed weakened by the years, but in the end I found my inner peace and greater understanding.
Thomas Slatin
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