Fluid Self

For the most part, I am very level and relaxed as I rush along my banks. I started out very small but continue to grow as I make my way through the wilderness around me. I am certain of my final destination and know exactly where I am headed. That is not to say that I am always on a straight track to get there. New and foreign landscape that I come across might distract me from my goal and cause me to go through many turns throughout my journey. Though some of these turns may be in a direction I don't want to continue on, the twists in my path are what make me who I am and different from anyone else.

I seem to be very calm, and from a glance at my exterior during my journey I seem to be very under control and safe. It is not until the onlooker takes the time to travel to where I have come from that it is possible to see all the rocky places I have gone through and how I have developed. I have in fact endured many harsh times already and I am sure there are many more to come as I flow along my bed.

I cannot prevent rocks from falling in my path as I continue my passage, but I don't give up when I encounter them. I know that persistence is key to survival, and I must persevere. If I stop at every obstacle in my path, I will never accomplish my goal and reach my final destination. I am not implying that I am unaffected by the rocks because I am. This causes my fluid self to be churned for awhile and create rapids. I am thrown side to side and need to push on to get away from the danger. It is the rough times that have helped give me my shape.

The cause of many of my imperfections is that I am very trusting and welcoming. I allow anyone and anything to enjoy my company as the opportunity presents itself. For instance, dirt and debris are blown my way quite frequently, and I let them in. I do this every now and then because I don't see them coming and other times because I forget what they can do to me. Sometimes these outside objects are disguised as nice-looking things like leaves and flowers. They appear harmless, so I welcome them. Conversely, this debris entering me causes my clear, clean self to become muddied and unsightly. But as long as I keep on flowing I know from prior experience that eventually, with time, they will all settle down to the bottom and disappear. However, just because the dirt is out of sight doesn't mean that it isn't there. It is always there, though I rarely notice it until it is disturbed. If a rock is thrown into me, the muck is all stirred up for awhile, and I feel lost until I let it all go and settle to the bottom once again.

As the giver that I am, I attract many different creatures