Live Like A River
My mother used to say she had a shelf and a dresser with a single drawer. On the shelf was where she figuratively placed all the people in her life who have done her wrong and she left them there in hopes that they could move past their issues one day. And in the dresser was a single drawer where she placed all the people who have done her wrong whom she could never forgive. She said that drawer was locked and could never be opened back up for the people who were in it. That's the difference between her and I. I don't have a shelf and I don't have a dresser. I have a river. And in that river, if I bump into a rock or a branch, I just keep flowing. I don't carry the dead weight of people who have done me wrong on a shelf or in a drawer. I simply and gently leave them behind, understanding they are no longer meant for me, as I keep flowing up stream. Perhaps they'll catch up with me one day, or perhaps they'll catch a different current. It is not my decision to be made where others will go and if they will stay. I have no attachments to anything or anyone, for nothing is permanent.