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To Flow Gently

When water encounters an obstacle, it does not fight; it gently winds its way around. In a round vessel, it becomes round; in a square one, it becomes square, yielding itself completely. Rather than clashing against the world to force a path, what if we tried flowing with flexibility, just like water today?

Hello, this is Ditto.

As we journey through life, we often hit walls. We try to change people to fit our desires and strain ourselves to control our circumstances. Yet the harder we push, the more branches snap and relationships fracture. In such moments, we find ourselves quietly looking down at water—something that appears the most fragile, yet proves to be the strongest of all.

In Laozi's Tao Te Ching, the highest virtue is considered to be Shang Shan Ruo Shui (上善若水): "The highest good is like water. Water benefits all things without competing, and settles in the low places that all people disdain."

When poured into a round bowl, water becomes round; placed in a square vessel, it takes a square shape. When faced with a massive boulder, it does not bleed trying to force its way through; instead, it flexibly wraps around the rock and meanders along. Yet, over the span of ages, it is also water that ultimately carves and softens the hardest stone in the world.

The flexibility to completely let go of stubbornness and yield to the shape of the world. The humility to descend lower and lower until reaching the vast oneness of the ocean. That is the ultimate wisdom water imparts to us.

Are you currently forcing your way forward, clashing against the world with sharp edges, or are you flowing gently like water?

[Today's Poem]

Grass / Kim Su-young

The grass lies down
Fluttering in the east wind bearing rain
The grass lies down
And finally wept
Crying more because the sky was overcast
It lay down again
The grass lies down
It lies down faster than the wind
It weeps faster than the wind
And rises sooner than the wind
(...) Even if it lies down later than the wind
It rises before the wind
Even if it weeps later than the wind
It laughs before the wind
The day is overcast, and the roots of the grass lie down.

What if you unclasped your tightly clenched fists and surrendered yourself to the current?
I hope you do not see moving around obstacles as defeat, but rather flow with grace, like a dance. May you dwell in a peaceful flow.

This was Ditto.

(This content was created using generative AI, with partial edits and reviews by the administrator.)