We are all but single stones in a raging river called life. Moved, shaped, and carried by forces beyond our control. For some it is a frightening and desolate journey, whereby dysfunction has displaced hope, and betrayal has mired the beauty of the river to such an extent they no longer believe it will carry them to a greater connecting body of water. While withdrawing to a stagnant pool may save immediate discomfort, it is only a cruel suffocation in disguise. Some will tell you they are too jaded to be moved by the river. But I say, that in the end, we will have failed if we cannot convince those within our reach that we believe more today than yesterday that the ebb and flow of the river has purpose.
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