Life is like a river.
There is something restful about floating down a river. The next turn and bend reveals an interesting bank of gnarled tree roots, a warm sand bank, a grove of trees with sunlight filtering through. There is always change, and I never know what to expect next. Then I realized the river does not change, it is my perspective that changes. I have moved forward, and my surroundings have changed – the river stays the same. It is by choice that I appreciate what is around me. Life is a lot like this.