No river rushes to its destination.
It carves canyons with time, not force. It listens to the shape of the land, bends with it, learns from it.
And yet, it moves forward. Always.
It carves canyons with time, not force. It listens to the shape of the land, bends with it, learns from it.
And yet, it moves forward. Always.
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It isn’t found in dominance or display. It’s in the quiet resolve to keep going, even when the path is unclear. It’s in choosing grace when ego could scream.
It shapes everything it touches, not through destruction, but devotion.
We’re here to flow.
To adapt, respond, and still remain true to our source.
Are you pushing through… or flowing with purpose?
Because one leaves a mess.
The other leaves a legacy.