Some may not realize the stream. that a smooth sailing life may not be the life worth living, we may be drifting within the stream along with other drifters, which then made us look like, relatively, we're not moving. and that we're just like everyoneelse. We might feel the breeze of the journey, that feels refreshing, but as the stream goes to shallow waters, you would gradually sense the mud dragging your feet, and suddenly bumped into gravels and rocks underneath. Things around you changed as you tumbled over and tossed aside. Somehow then, you know you're in a stream, but somehow you choose to endure. Unlike them, you might have been taught to swim ashore, but you choose not, and teased those you passed by as cowards for not taking the journey further as you go along.
But, honestly, you may not know exactly where you're going, and that the jokes have not been on them. They were given the choice to tell you, but some of you shut your ears. "Be it!" you said. Though they were wet and might seem like a stand still as you flow over, they walk each and every steps across the stream for a land much promising ahead of them. Then, as you slowly flow over a deep calm water, and unable to feel the breeze, you're caught up banging your head up and down, right and left, denying the reality that you're now trapped with no base to stand. As you're adrift in a boundless ocean.
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