My last Blog, “Life, Beauty, and Wavy Oscillations … A Nostalgic Day Dream … Onward, It Must!”, drew such heartfelt reflections, comments brimming with warmth, reviews that humbled me. In reading them, I stumbled upon …
“Rivers are like Life. Obstructions … Stones in their Pathways do not Stop Them. They determine New Routes. Sometimes, they Cut Straight Through.”
How true. How quietly profound.
And so, today, I expand the canvas. No longer just “I”, as in that last musing … But … “We.” Especially now … Especially here in our beloved Pakistan.
Rivers do not Rage against the Rocks.
They do not Weep at the Bends Forced upon Them.
They Move, Persistent, Patient, Inevitable.
And …
In their Journey, they Shape the Surroundings, Environments and the Life.
Life, too, is a River.
We begin as small streams, oozing, subdued, bright, dim, quick, slow, calm, restless … all with possibilities. The way ahead may seem clear, the destination certain.
Yet the obstacles do surface.
Sudden stops. Steep falls.
Frustrations that loom like jagged teeth in the current.
For a moment, we may swirl in place, trapped in doubt, wondering why the path is not smooth, why it does not run straight as we dreamed.
But Rivers do not Stop, so should we.
They Adapt.
Some Rocks force a Detour …
The Current Bends, Carving a New Channel. What feels like a Setback becomes a Redirection …
A path might never have been taken otherwise.
Other stones are worn down, grain by grain, until what once was an obstacle becomes part of the Riverbed …
Smoothed by Time
Shaped by Persistence.
How often Rocks are mistaken for a Roadblock?
How many times do we rage against the current, only to realise …
Later …
That the Resistance itself was Shaping us?
The Disappointments that felt like Dead Ends were merely turns.
The Struggles that seemed Insurmountable were, in Truth, the very things Teaching us to Endure.
There is a quiet beauty in this relentless forward motion.
A River does not cling to its past …
It cannot.
Every second, it is new water, new momentum.
And yet, it carries within it the Memory of every Rock it had ever encountered, every Stone it has ever touched, every Bank it has ever carved.
We are the same.
Our past is not a weight …
It is the ‘Current Itself’, the force that propels us.
The Rocks and Stones we have Encountered are not Scars …
They are Proof …
Proof that we Kept Moving.
So in these times …
When the Flow Feels Slow
When the Way Seems Choked
Let us Remember the Rivers …
We may not Run Swift
We may not Run Smooth
But Stop … We Must Never
Because Onward …
Is the Way
And
Onward …
We Must.
Akhtar N Janjua
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