A river flows by my garden. A not so famous river, it still holds its place where it should. It doesn't get visitors from all corners of the world but I do pay my visit everyday. I grew up under its tenderness. But so did several others. I wonder where they are! They must be quite busy. In a way I like it. May be the river misses them all but I cannot account for everyone.
The mysteries of nature have such deep philosophies imprinted on them. What is there that I can do for this river which always provides me with so much? I don't feel helpless. I have learned my limitations.
Some people can just give so much to you that whatever you do for them, you'll never feel that you've done enough. It's not your fault. It's just their greatness. The best you can do is never leaving their side.
So my river and me stare at each other. The only sound comes from the flowing water.
The mysteries of nature have such deep philosophies imprinted on them. What is there that I can do for this river which always provides me with so much? I don't feel helpless. I have learned my limitations.
Some people can just give so much to you that whatever you do for them, you'll never feel that you've done enough. It's not your fault. It's just their greatness. The best you can do is never leaving their side.
So my river and me stare at each other. The only sound comes from the flowing water.
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