Life is a river that does not cease, and we, its navigators. Sometimes it flows gently, like a caress of warm water on the skin; other times, it curls up in rapids that shake our souls. Our emotions navigate in those waters: the joy that makes us swollen sails, the sadness that penetrates deep like persistent rain, the fear that anchors us on the shore. But it is precisely that current, with its backwaters and storms, that reminds us that we are alive.
At the bottom of the river, like stones polished by time, lie our deepest feelings. The love that sustains us, the desire that drives us, the gratitude that makes us shine. They are the foundation on which we build, the clay with which we mold our existence.
And from that background, our aspirations spring. They are the horizon that gives meaning to the journey, the promise of a port or the adventure of a new ocean. With them we weave our life projects, maps drawn with the ink of hope, knowing that the river sometimes changes its course and forces us to draw again.
But no solo trip is worth it. That is why, on the banks of this river, the leafy trees of friendship grow. Roots that intertwine with ours, giving us support when the current threatens to drag us away. And on the bow of our boat, the family goes: lighthouse in the fog, favorable wind, shelter in the storm. They are the first navigators who taught us to row, and we always return to them to remember where we came from.
Thus, between the murmur of the water and the beating of the heart, we are making our way. A trip where the important thing is not to arrive, but everything we feel while sailing.
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