The Flow of Time

Life, like the river, moves forward, carrying us through different stages. As children, we row against the tides, full of energy and curiosity, pushing forward without fear. In youth, we revel in beauty and connection, unaware of time slipping by, much like the birds soaring freely above. But as the years pass, we find ourselves seeking meaning in stillness—prayers whispered by the water’s edge, hands weathered by time. The old sit by the river, watching its endless current, as if peering into their past. The river, indifferent yet eternal, carries memories, hopes, and the silent truth of time’s passage.