Our certainties, our results, our conclusions.
Any finalization, the instant it is achieved, it exists and it is true.
It is also a relatively stable place, and one may feel like a journey is over, like one can relax the muscles, the abilities, the tensions which helped us get here.
A mountain summit, a promotion at work, a finished project, a ready dinner. Each walked step. These all may feel like places we can pause and relax. And we can.
What often happens is one takes the achievement, and makes it a platform - horizontal, steady, reliable. Perhaps a good place to rest, perhaps even a good place to build upon.
And yet, the flow around us continues shifting, turning, rising and falling, with rarely a stable platform anywhere. Sometimes it seems to me we approximate the path of a graceful, continuous, inscrutable flow, with platforms that we build along the way. These may become part of our identity, and help us find reference points and some reliability in one's life. Know, however, that such an approximation can not surf on the flow with pure truth. To do that, reference points and achievements cannot reside within us.
May we discern between a stepwise approximation of the flow and the flow itself. And may we know each step is also part of the flow.
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