Like the water that flows from the highlands to the sea, one must go with the flow of life. Sometimes we go fast, flowing around the obstructions in our path; sometimes we fall off the edge, we tumble, we swirl, we sing, and we roar. And, sometimes we submerge everything in our path.
Water has fury and yet it is calm. It destroys and yet it gives life. This is how we live our lives. In the end, we are one with the mighty oceans and rise above the earth as clouds. Once the cycle is completed, we are born again as drops of rain and flakes of snow. This is the beauty of life.





The Prism of Life (by Ansh Das, Signal 8 Press 2014)

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