Isn’t having that question blocking your natural flow?
To worry about this, or that, as you stop, in the middle of the river to ponder on it. To try and figure it out, as the river flows on, and you stopped, your questions becoming more important than your journey. The journey you are on.
How do I do this, or not do that, how, why, when, what?
These questions becoming rocks in the river of life. Hard, difficult, as you place all these rocks in your own flow. No one cares, none of it matters, but you continue to place them in front of you, where they become obstacles in your path.
You become engaged and even obsessed with needing to navigate the rocks and subsequent currents, you, yourself created.
I wish this, I don’t want that, rocks, rocks, rocks. As you try to control, control life by asking these questions, by demanding an answer. But who is listening but you? Who is asking but you? Who cares other than you?
And why do you care so much about these questions and answers, as the river passes on, by.
What a job, to acquire, carry and place all these rocks, in your very own life, in your river, in your flow. Read more