Lonely River...

The flow of life is like a river, fast currents,
slow currents, shallow water, deep pools
rocks, logs and other impediments that
require changes in course. How do we
handle the flow?

When life moves fast we grab what we
can before it passes us by. Things are
not always what they seem with just a
quick look and get discarded. Things
discarded are collected down stream in a
vessel called Abandoned Dreams. This
vessel once full is dumped in the bin of
Expired Possibilities.

The life we live and the life we want differ.
Our expectations are often obstructed
by unexpected snags and obstacles in life.
We must meet and navigate the path around
and find our way. Companion souls shout to
help but they pass to fast. I am alone in this
river of life, floating, drifting, unattached.