As I write this, I am reminded of something I wrote before. A raindrop falls on a mountaintop top, strikes a sharp rock, and splits in two. One half flows down one side of the mountain into the sea; the other flows down the opposite side and also reaches the sea. Both come from the same source and end in the same place.
My stories, my thinking, my writings are my travels as I go closer to the sea. We each have a trail; we each travel, we each have a story to be told. The obstacles we encounter are as the rain drop moves down that mountain, are all from my personal travels.
If we are to have a future then we must understand that we each came from that cloud up in the ski. We, as a drop in the bucket, at the beginning, are not that different than any other part of the same source. We separated at the beginning and will end up together in the end. Why some want to crowd and make room for their path to be better than any other ones, is only because their water traveled over muddy ground. The next rain will clear that water and when they reach the sea they will not be any better off having pushed me, threw rocks in my way, or spoken unkind words. When they get to the end, they will see, it was not what I did, that got them to the sea, but what they did on the way.
If only we could see that by clearing the way for another is clearing the way for ourselves. Life does not have to have hidden meanings, life is all downhill and the momentum grows as we travel, and the speed we develop, is how we handled the obstacles on our way through. Like a drop of water, we can get behind a big rock and stay there until the flood of another joins us, to help build that which is necessary to travel around the large rock. Who hit the rock first, is not the problem, nor lack of momentum, it is a matter of what is good for one is also good for another.
A Messenger,
Verl K.