Laughing Brook

I feel like my life can be alluded to a babbling brook, flowing down and through an old mountain. It twists and turns, flowing this way and that, over rugged rocks, smooth stones, sharp sticks and brambles- up, down, everywhere at once, constantly flowing, never stopping, never knowing which way the course intends it to flow- just trusting that the journey will be worth it. When it feels like I may finally flow into a pool or flow in a  direction I'd been waiting for for so long, I get sucked into an undercurrent that throws me completely for a loop.  But, its all apart of the process. Because of the unpredictability, brooks are beautiful, calming, and easy to relate to. During the portions of life where we feel like we get stuck in the eddies of the stream, we need to remember that we get to the bottom of the mountain eventually, leaving lush life behind us for others to profit from. So, we better make the most of this ride, I think. We only ride it once. Evaporation does not apply ( unless you belong in the city of Enoch or happen to be a very righteous prophet of old). Live it. Cherish it. Laugh. Cry. Love. Embrace all it has to offer. Be a laughing brook, despite everything. The ride is much more enjoyable that way.