An analogy occurred to me yesterday. I view my life as floating upon a river in a raft or boat of some sort. I can steer, but currents sometimes take me in unexpected directions. Sometimes the ride moves so quickly I fear it’ll never slow down. Other times rapids jolt and jar me, threatening to drown me in woes, but I hold on, knowing that it won’t last forever. Sometimes the current finds a lazy bend, but it always moves, lest it stagnate. The joy of life is the journey; not a particular destination.
Some people may view their life as a tranquil pond; steady and ever the same. Others may feel lost at sea, struggling to stay afloat.
I challenge you to consider the analogy. Do you like the picture and what it says about you? If not, you have the power to change that.
Another thing I wonder, is it truly possible to have anyone on that raft with me, or is the ride really a solo journey, with nearby rafts the closest thing to sharing life? Think of family and friends as fellow rafters that can toss you a rope if you fall in, but if you cling to their raft, you risk drowning both of you. Can love bind two rafts, or is it inevitable that at some point they will go their own ways?
I do not know the answer. I suspect time, like coming around the bend in the river, will reveal the answer.