Following the river

Here’s to another year of not resisting the natural flow of life. As things inevitably get busier around me, I work on tidying my mind. I sometimes catch myself thinking, there must be more. But now I recognize the inherent resistance in this. That persistent feeling of lack I feel is less about the world in general, and more so tethered to my own self-concept. Truth be told, I’ve always felt like something is missing inside of me, so I’m always chasing this unknown thing. Like I have to do something to make my life more meaningful than it already is.

But when I follow the river, I see that it carves the entire landscape beautifully without getting in its own way. And onward we flow…