When Being Is Enough

There are moments when the world seems to slow down — when water moves without hurry, and people sit quietly at its edge, not searching, not striving.
In such moments, existence reveals its simplest truth: that being is enough.
The river doesn’t ask to be understood, and yet it carries everything — time, memory, reflection, renewal.
Perhaps our lives are not so different.
When we stop trying to control the current, we begin to sense the quiet intelligence that flows beneath all movement — the rhythm of what is already unfolding.