I am a river

I'm a Spring

I am a spring. Born In the hearts of a tropical rain forest, which harvest the true spirits of our ancestors. I was born in July.. between two Rocks in a misty mountain. Since the day I came to life I flow. Fed by other springs, Brooks and rain water. Flowing is my way of life. Its natural, its effortless, its a song sung in different tones. But essential to everything is I do not know why I flow like this, never figured out, never had time.

In times of rain I flow faster, thicker, fatter, louder. These are the times of abundance. I do not feel the need to spare the bushes, or save the rocks. So I pound them all with all of my might. Until I rip off a Bush and make a muddy mess of myself. Yet o'I do not know why or why not. Its just a reaction within myself to the rain. You can blame the clouds for that, not me.

Flow

Other times when it's drought, I dry up. Sometimes just completely stop flowing. Just stagnate here and there I revisit old pools along the way. I spend hours and hours just reflecting the cloudless blue sky. Thinking. Watching the fish struggling to survive in the bottom of the pool. Then I am silent. Silent during the night as well as the day. Nobody even notice me whether I live or not. Times to reflect. Times to think about life. Time to think about nature which I am a part of.

I'm a Stream

Then there are in betweens. Where nothing specific happens. I just flow with moderate amount of water. Not because someone told me to, not because I just want to. Just because that is the life of a stream. Yes I do nourish all the flora and funa. Yes it's true I provide lifeline to all the birds wild deers and schools of colorful fish. But neither I have a choice, nor I have a will in doing so.

Now, do not get me wrong, that I am non living. Just like you I can prove I am living. I move, every moment to moment I move. Down the stream, sideways I move just like a real human being.

I'm a River

Yes I grow, when it rains I grow just like a manhatton man living by McDonald's outlet. At times of drought I shrink. Just like a skeleton of a human being in saharan desert. I shrink. Yes I do die. Eventually, when the forest that feeds me with water becomes a desert In thousand years. Fortunately you will not be there to see me die as you will cry, as that will be the dooms day of many of animals, but I won't shed a tear.

Through the rocks

Yes I am bounded and limited by the forces of nature. I'm glued to the earth by gravity. Just like you are unable to lift off from earth without a force. I am unable to lift off unless thrown downhill a cliff to splash into a waterfall. Im sure you will also splash into pieces, if thrown 100meters down a cliff. Making a majestic waterfall, and never to be recreated.

I'm not happy, or sad, I do not cry. I do not take pride in being a river. I do not feel cold when I freeze in winter, or be warm when I melt in the spring. Its never my intension to be this or that. And do not think it is better in spring than in winter. What is the point. I'm just the nature. Whatever the human values are not guiding complex decision making in my world. I just simply follow the rules of nature. Day in an out.

Best thing is I do not have to worry about the past. Or worry about a future that did not come. For me just flowing is enough.

How about you? Are you a river?