At some point you have no choice left but go with the flow.
At first you try your hardest to push and pull. Things don't budge. You claw and shout and the walls only close in on you.
You blame yourself. You blame the world. "This isn't right, things shouldn't be this way." But they are.
You close yourself off or dirty yourself with ugly ideas. "Life isn't fair. There is no such thing as a free ride." But the game seems to be working for some people.
You are jealous. You are scared that you'll never win. You are scared of death or failure or irrelevance. You cry or you hold it in.
You stumble through various levels and flavors of angst. "Life is hard"
Then one day, when you are in your late 20's or early 70's or perhaps your next life, you face fear. You face death. You face failure.
You realize that change is constant, and that control only comes with the acceptance of not having control. You learn to feel the flow.
The flow is everywhere. It runs in infinite directions. You let go
Some day you realize that the flow pulls you where you command it. Always. It often pulls you in two directions because you cannot decide which way to flow.
You learn the power of your will and slowly come to see that you are behind the wheel, learning to tame that voice in your head. Then one day, you realize...it's nice just floating and not thinking to much about where you are headed. You have a direction in mind, but if it doesn't work out, whatever. It's not giving up or leaving everything to fate.
You are the river.
