Rain falls as individual drops. Streams gather them into rivers. Rivers carry them to the sea.
People are the same. We spend our lives absorbing — joys and sorrows, encounters and losses, moments that fill us without warning. Each day adds something to the river of who we are.
But when the heart grows heavy, it struggles to flow. It holds the water instead of releasing it. And still water grows dark.
Let the river move. Let it carry what it carries, and release it all to the sea.
— Võ Thương / Thiện Minh