Time is a flowing river.
Happy those who allow themselves
to be carried, unresisting, with the current.
They float through easy days.
They live, unquestioning, in the moment.
A river is a moving stream of water. It doesn't stand still, it flows. It has a starting source and it continues down a pre-determined path until it reaches its final destination
When a river breaks at a waterfall, it gains energy and moves on, as we encounter our own waterfalls, we may fall hard but we always keep moving on. Time is like a river.
You cannot touch the same water twice,
because the flow that has passed will never pass again.
Enjoy every moment of life
I've been retired now since the beginning of April and it hardly seems possible that June is halfway thru already. I have been enjoying life but the days go by so fast that I think my river must be reaching flood stage.
I'm doing some shopping later on today. I need some things for home and for the camper. I'm also doing laundry which is a never ending job even for just one person.
I heard the weatherman comparing our skies to a sponge. There is just so much moisture up there that it could rain at any moment or not. Just depends on which cloud gets squeezed.
Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away
Have a TERRIFIC Tuesday everyone!