The River Of A Contemplative Life

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Life is like a slowly flowing river: its source is clear and full of hope, yet along the winding bends and hidden reefs, clarity often fades; we reach for the light but sometimes grasp only emptiness; we resist the current, only to be swept eventually into the depths of silence. It is not at the river’s end that meaning resides, but in the flow itself—each ripple and collision a conversation with the world, and a testament to the possibility of reconciling with oneself.

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