You cannot be still any longer. The serenity of home, the quiet comfort of familiarity, can only bring you so much peace. Movement is frightening, I know. The river roars so violently; it threatens to pull you under the second you get complacent. But the river is the only way forward. That rolling energy is needed to propel you toward your purpose. Complacency and surrender are not the same. Give yourself over to the river. It knows where it’s going. Let it carry you in its strong embrace. Let its swiftness rouse you from your slumber. You are not meant to remain unchanged, calcifying in a self-imposed prison. How long have you spent fearing those dark waters? Do you even remember why you are afraid?
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