Life is a journey, a pilgrimage. It is not static, it is dynamic. It is always moving toward the unknown. But because of our fear, we cling to the known and do not allow life to move; we do not give it enough freedom to go rushing toward the unknown, to go dancing toward the ocean. It is like a river, but we make it into a pond. And to become a pond is a death. To remain a river is to remain alive. Ponds never reach anywhere. They only dry up; they become muddier and dirtier and they stink because they are stagnant. They can’t remain fresh, they can’t remain pure. The river remains pure, fresh, flowing. And there is joy because there is always a surprise awaiting you, there is wonder: “What is going to happen next?”
Every moment, life is a surprise, an unending surprise, an unending suspense, a mystery which knows no beginning and no end.
