They have stood together, as quiet companions, for thousands of years. A mountain rises with calm authority, while water moves gently beneath it.

Neither seeks to dominate. The mountain remains where it is. The water continues on its way.

They are different, yet they feel in harmony, as if each understands its own role.

Watching them, I learn something simple. Not everything has to be made the same in order to move forward together. There is a time to stand firm, and there is a time to flow without needing to be heard.

Nature carries on with quiet ease. Perhaps I can learn to do the same, to live my part without excess.