I have finally reached the end of a long journey through the twists and turns of the rushing rapids. After bouncing over and around the rocks and trees of the river, there is a pause in the rush, a momentary sigh of relief. All is calm. The river has lead me to many different places, over a waterfall, down a stream, guided by the banks. As for what lies ahead, I am unsure.
I am a bucket, constantly being poured into and filled up, soaking in all that I can. The water bombards me with wisdom and knowledge that I will use in the future.
I am on a narrow and set path down the stream. My time in the estuaries, where my future was uncertain, has come to an end. My options have become limited, yet I have chosen the right direction. My future holds a rough patch of dangerous rapids, but a crystal-clear pool lies on the horizon.
We are all water.
The many different stages of water cycle has brought us here, flowing with a steady pace side by side, sharing our past obstacles and great triumphs that we have endured. Some of us flowing in similar currents and channels, and others riding on a new and unique wave.
By: Jacob, Michael Chapman, Foster Bundy