I tried to hold onto water in my hands a few times; gripping as tightly as could to prevent spillage, and there was a few times it actually worked. I held it close cradling it, but eventually the water evaporated and I absorbed some of it and somehow the water became a part of me.
Water taught me that I can’t hold on to everything, and I also can’t control everything.
So I smile when water touches me, cleans me, nourishes me and yet still holds within it, the power of violence to drown and destroy me.
A lot like Love.
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