One of my closest friends doesn’t particularly like this phrase — go with the flow.
She likens it to a stray leaf that falls into a stream and goes in every direction that the water takes it — without assuming any control over oneself and feeling no accountability towards ones actions.
But that’s never what ‘going with the flow’ meant to me.
I often describe my life and decisions as going with the flow, maybe because I’m a more intuitive person and most of my decisions are felt than thought.
And I have felt most right about decisions that have come to be when I let life happen.
In that sense, going with the flow feels like being a river to me.
I flow through life not knowing what tomorrow holds, yet have immense faith in everything that life is about.
When I wake up to a deep gorge on my way, I take the plunge.
When a rock stops my flow, I learn to cut through it.
When a leaf falls atop me, I take it forward with me.
I enjoy the sun shimmering on my surface, the life taking shape in my depths.
I am not always anticipating reaching the ocean. I know I have a destination and I have faith that life will take me there.
But today, I live in this moment.
Maybe sparkling and bubbling through a valley.
Maybe taking a plunge to become a beautiful waterfall.
Maybe gliding through a silent forest.
Maybe providing water to a large settlement on the river bank.
But no matter what, the river ultimately reaches the sea.
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