What I love most about rivers is:
You can't step in the same river twice
The water's always changing, always flowing
But people, I guess, can't live like that
We all must pay a price
To be safe, we lose our chance of ever knowing
What's around the riverbend
Waiting just around the riverbend
I look once more
Just around the riverbend
Beyond the shore
Where the gulls fly free
Don't know what for
What I dream the day might send
Jut around the riverbend
For me
Coming for me
I feel it there beyond those trees
Or right behind these waterfalls
Can I ignore that sound of distant drumming
For a handsome sturdy husband
Who builds handsome sturdy walls
And never dreams that something might be coming?
Just around the riverbend
Just around the riverbend
I look once more
Just around the riverbend
Beyond the shore
Somewhere past the sea
Don't know what for ...
Why do all my dreams extend
Just around the riverbend?
Just around the riverbend ...
Should I choose the smoothest curve
Steady as the beating drum?
Should I marry Kocoum?
Is all my dreaming at an end?
Or do you still wait for me, Dream Giver
Just around the riverbend?
Lame I know, the lyrics are from Pocahontas, but how relevant they are. Today at counselor training we were picking between two very different things and relating them to ourselves. The last comparison: river or lake. I chose river. I feel as if the ever changing, but still seemingly constant-ness of rivers describes me. Every single day I'm somewhat different than I was the day before. I was affected by people and events and nothing ever the exact same. I don't live a monotonous life, thank god, but I think I create that for myself. I take different "curves" without knowing "what's around the river bend" or the consequences of my choices, whether positive or negative.
Rivers are also always going to be JUST rivers, still water. I'm still Danielle. No matter how affected I become, I'm still the same person. The person I was in 8th grade is still here, I've just become more lived in like I've experienced more. I've just "flowed" longer and through different paths and rocks and such. I'm very excited for next weekend, for Mini-town. The fresh perspective it gave me in 8th grade is sure to arise again and lord knows, I need this. 93 DAYS till GRADUATION. Monika has advised me to stop counting because it's depressing her, knowing I'm leaving and I think it's depressing all of my other younger friends as well, but for me this is everything I need. 93 DAYS won't be enough to accomplish and grow as much as I hope for sure, but I'm gonna try because I don't know what's around the riverbend. :)
1 comment:
awh danielle, that's such a cool analogy. i love it. you can always count down the days to me! haha. cause it doesn't matter where in the world you are. i still love you. and honestly, i won't be able to even tell the difference between you being in chandler or at nau hahaha
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