Nice words by Paul.
Life flows past, a river of time, ever changing but constant.
Caught in its current as it pushes onwards, we cannot fight against it. All we can do is get by, survive until the next day.
I consider it a bonus to wake, to see the sun, hear the birds singing and to feel the wind on my skin once again.
I consider it magical to find friends along the way, as I am washed relentlessly downstream, towards the oceans of oblivion.
Such is life; my life anyway.
Perhaps, by some miracle or off-chance, I may have fallen into another river, a gentle stream or a babbling brook. Life may have been different.
Or maybe it will change or alter. Maybe a current will pull me to the bank, a gentle eddy swirl me to the shore or pour me into a lesser torrent.
Although I doubt it shall…
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