Why does the water flow from the highest of peaks on the mountains to the darkest of pits in the oceans. Only to be gushed out by the constant motion of the seas and slapped away on the shores by the incessant waves. Eventually to be baked by the sun to form clouds that shall marathon all the way back to cover the peaks and till the lands. Is it this constant change that gives it life. Is it the continuous challenges it faces in this infinite loop what gives it its purpose. Without drowning in the purpose or the purposelessness of it, it keeps on keeping on. Just ‘being’ that is enough for it. It’s the same for life.
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