Whispers of the River

In the gentle embrace of the flowing river of existence, I have come to understand the delicate dance of life's currents. Like a seasoned traveler, I have learned to sip from its waters when my spirit calls out, whether to nourish the parchment with ink or to dance upon the keys of a piano.

In this journey, I do not dwell in the shadows of past sorrows, for I know they are fleeting. Nor do I grasp onto the ephemeral joys, understanding their transient nature.

For both darkness and light converge in the same ceaseless river, the essence of Life itself. Each holds its own sacred place, both receiving and bestowing gifts upon the soul. In this symphony of existence, we learn to shed tears under the warmth of the sun and share laughter amidst the veil of night.

Yet, there come moments when my spirit thirsts, parched by the drought of inspiration. In those moments, I find myself stumbling to the river's edge, clutching my weathered vessel, longing to quench the thirst of my soul. And there, as I drink deeply, I feel the stirring of my essence, rejuvenated by the timeless flow of the river of Life.

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