Press ON, Like a waterfall

If a waterfall can be a spirit animal, I want it to be mine.

In a waterfall, no matter the boulders in the way or the unexpected twists in the terrain, the water just keeps going.

If my life was water, I'd say I lived too much of it as a pond, trapped within often toxic boundaries, many of my own making, many not, but always confined within my own inability to see around or over or beyond the trap.

But in waterfalls, the water is never trapped. It just keeps going.

It doesn't stop to be noticed. It doesn't pay attention to where it's been, so it surely doesn't gets stuck there. It doesn't stop to overthink the way it's direction.

It just goes.

I press on for that life. The just go life. A life not defined by memories, good or bad. Not defined by culture. Defined only by the waterfall spirit within me.

Because there is that spirit within me. Within us all, really. Longing to guide us. Over and through every boulder and around every turn and down every fall we can't even begin to see.

It is guiding us.

And if we listen, we are never falling, we are only going.

Oh the sweet sweet sound of that.

Never falling, only going.

That's the beauty of a waterfall.

Maybe today you feel like you are falling or have fallen. But is it possible you are like a waterfall, not falling at all, but simply going?

Over, through and around.

Going.