I am the little stone in the river, allowing the rushing water to mould me.
I am resilient, but the molding is happening slowly over time.
I am still being formed. I am zygote, still being built upon and shaped.
I am learning how not to expect, how to not ask what happens next, just take things as they come.
It’s a hard lesson to learn, but life sure is giving me opportunities to learn it.
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