My canal

Reflections on Life's forgotten flow

Life is like an immense river, flowing down a broken slope and taking everything in its way. But also feeding forests and blooming flower gardens, carefully running in the kingdom’s canal, and kissing the dry lips of thirsty farmers. A little later on, I stand too on the dangerous riverbanks. As a holy newborn, I play in the splashes, tap dancing my bare feet on the shallow warm water. Following the stream wherever it goes. At an older age, I made a decision: To build my own canal, carefully guiding the water stream to form something beautiful. As I sit right now between the tulips I planted last year, I realize how I forgot the great immense river that took everything on its way. I must remember. In any moment it will take my canal and what I made beautiful, forever, on the never-ending flood.

-your loving karim.