Flow of life and it obstacles

NATURES JOURNEY OF SUCCESS

The river flows through the jungle wide and limpid. The water is blue, darker in the shallows and lighter in the light, but so clear that you could see the smoothness of the pebbles at the bottom. The noise of birds’ chirping and water’s mummer is music to the ears. Pieces of glass drift down the river in contest with each other on who reaches the open bay first. Pieces of stones come and thwart them. Some shatter, some embed themselves on the larger stones, some deviate their path and some fall and bounce off the surface of the stones, chipping off the surfaces and polishing the edges.

Soon the river forks into three divisions, one part undeviated the others going left and right. The right fragment is shrouded in a veil of thin white mist with  little light penetrating through it, as mystery and uncertainty looms around it. The left fragment is cloudless and the sun gleams brightly overhead, enabling one to distinctly contemplate everything within the eyeshot. The straight path remains unchanged and the water gushes down the gentle slope of the hillside with a few fishes here and there. All of them have stones impeding the flow and all of them have the same end. Some pieces of glass go to the right branch out of curiosity and a yearning for adventure, some take the left branch in pursue of glory and the luxury of travel, while most of them go along the normal flow, too scared to try out the new routes.

As the river nears its end, a cliff rises high, it looks insurmountable, a giant palisade with its sheer curtains of solid rock and water cascading. All the pieces of glass know that the fall can be the death of them. Some pieces of glass dig themselves to other stones petrified, anchoring themselves and some brace themselves from the fall, and fall they do, at first they scream panic stricken, then they squeal in excitement as they splash into the cold surface of water.

Gazing at the broad horizon, a yellow ball of fire changes to hues of orange and then almost tangerine, merging with the sky. The last rays fall on the powerful and rhythmic flow of water and all its contents, before twilight beckons the twinkling stars, illuminating the few pieces of glass that reach the bay, showing their smooth and glossy surface;  invaluable. They aren’t the strongest nor the prettiest nor the best shaped, yet, they reach.