The River
Life is a river, and everyone is in their own boat. We’re all heading down the river, sometimes we decide to take one of the branches, sometimes we stay the course. Sometimes we strap our boats together and journey along in company, helping each other. Then we undo the lashes to travel our own way. Sometimes we stay connected for the rest of our journey, deciding to take different paths out of the river or travel back primary flow. Sometimes when you think you are traveling with your boat connected to another’s, in reality you are just taking the same path, but not connected. It can be hard to tell sometimes whether you’re simply floating along with someone down the river or if your boats are connected. Maybe the other traveler decided to sever the ties in secret, continuing to float along with you, and yet no longer sharing in the journey with you.
Now I see what’s really happening; the lashes were cut, but I couldn’t tell. Floating away in the river of life, doomed for separation. The ties have been removed.
