The water
of a river passes by and like time it cannot be retrieved. It doesn’t matter
what kind of river it is; it could be the most beautiful, scenic river we have
ever seen, or it could be a dark, foreboding river that we would be most
hesitant to put a finger in. All rivers are the same in that regard. People who
long for long passed water are wasting their time. Those who still curse the
water that splashed upon their feet long ago are also wasting their time. All
we have now is the water in front of us.
