“The years teach much the days never know.”

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

I walked down to the river today. Between the ice sheets of winter, water was still flowing. I was feeling like the river today. My life flowing between sheets of melancholy and hurt. So I sat down beside the river, and became one with my thoughts.

I asked silent questions to the river, pausing on one in particular.

Why does life have to hurt the ones that I love?

I waited. The river gave no answers today. Not a single one. No comforting words to soften the ache in my chest, the sadness in my eyes. It just kept flowing. Flowing, downstream between the frozen banks.

I prepared to leave. The river was still there. It had stayed with me. I appreciated that. And then with a small sense of peace, I started walking back home.

The wrestling with my mind continues even now. Guilt. Regrets. Worries. Anger. But just like the river, I’ll do my best to keep moving forward. Trying to hold on to my small sense of peace.