There comes a time in life when clinging to the mountaintop, that is rigid beliefs, fixed identities, or the comfort of solitude no longer serve our unfolding. The mountain is noble, yes, but it is still and unmoving. Growth asks us to descend, to loosen our grip, and to flow like the river, curious, unbound, and alive. The river does not resist the twists of its path; it meanders with trust, knowing that every bend brings it closer to the great expanse.
To flow with the river is to embrace change, to surrender to life’s rhythm nonchalantly. It is to become receptive rather than controlling, fluid rather than fixed. And in that surrender, we are led to the ocean where the self dissolves into something vaster, richer, and infinitely abundant.
Let go. Flow. For abundance does not reside at the summit, or the mountain-top cathedral but in the emerging vastness emanating from the union of the river and the sea.
AK