The Stream

 Life... It's flowing.

The flow never stops, and our timespan never stops, it’s in these moments we know we need to do what we need to to survive or to leave a legacy behind. 

In this life, the time has passed, flowing on to restart the cycle from the beginning of the earth. Leaving us with our consequences, leaving us with our newly formed emotions, leaving us with new drama. It goes on, like a soldier, never looking back, focused on their duty. The stream... It flows on, never stopping, older than my mother, her mother, and the mothers before. 

I was young yesterday, I couldn't talk to my peers, I didn't have any friends. I was shy. I didn't understand the concept of love but I knew what it meant to instinctively protect family. I was trapped in my own world and frankly... I did not care, not about what people thought of me but rather what I thought of myself. Burden and emotions too much for me to bear. I wrote poems, I wrote stories that lurked in my head. 

Time passed and I evolved, steady rocking along with the stream of time. Clinging on to every hope, I will get there, I must! To my destination of success, to where I would transcend into my real being. Then I remember, how dire that is as well, with every flow...with every stop point for a chapter of life, we pull closer to our death date and I want to push and push and push away. Just get out of that grip, so I can be immortal. We are all sitting in boats on this stream, these boats... They have no oars, they are simply going wherever the stream takes them. Those who tried to jump out of this boat, they stay trapped in time, in their minds... They lose their way. 

I evolved... I sat still on the boat as we journeyed the various lands of life, I sat still as the boat sailed me through the horrors of life, to the joys of life then back to the horror. I experienced a life with no humor, a life who was in despair, I experienced a life of secrets and pain. I experienced a life of death and on this land I faltered. I wanted to jump out of my boat, I had had enough. My boat rocked, about to tip me over, a dolphin pushed the boat back up and I sat still as I journeyed through the life of great depression. Voices in my head, sounding off, me, yelling out loud, enough! Me writhing and wheezing in pain, wondering when the sadness and anger would stop, wondering when i’ll feel whole again or at least something close to when I was younger and with no care in the world.  I journeyed through the life of infatuation and chivalry. There it was again, the life of great depression. I fell so deep down the hole, I couldn't figure it out, I couldn't figure life out. It wasn't like i’d thought. 

The stream took me far and wide, it was bumpy but  I loved and I got heartbroken and I learned. 

I sat still on my boat as I cleaned myself of the negative aura that had stuck to me. Sat still after stating how I felt, I rocked the boat and wailed, my boat turned over and I was going to let go of the boat but I couldn’t. My hands didn’t move, the boat and I were still connected.  So I fought hard and got back on boat. 

I sailed through the life of loneliness and helplessness, the life of bitterness and hatred, the life of revenge. I sailed and sailed and i’m still sailing.

 I'm sitting still on the boat and we’re going through the life of hope, the life of love, the life of progress...

I’m sailing The Stream.

I’m sailing through Life. 

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