Be like water, my friend. This stream has always flowed. It gets blocked by things – debris, tree roots, rocks – but it doesn’t stop, it just finds another way around and keeps flowing. Further up from here it gets caught by humans, and turns a waterwheel that powers an old cutlery grinding workshop, but that doesn’t slow its journey seawards. Soft enough to slip through your fingers, strong enough to hold up a ship. Be like water, my friend.
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