"Going with the flow ... changing ... being change ... ."
Matthew Brincat has a way with words - I like that - and this is what he had written:
The concept left me feeling inspired to share one of my favourite books, from one of my favourite authors: Illusions, by Richard Bach, which played a very important role in changing the way I live my life.
I picked up the book, or rather, it jumped out at me, from a bamboo shelf of a make-shift library on Vagator Beach in Goa, during my first trip to India in 2001. The book shack on the beach had been set up by a young French couple, who wanted to encourage book exchanging and borrowing, and I had been invited in.
In the days and weeks that followed, this book became an essential travel companion, almost guiding me through my first experience of magic India. I was 24, full of curiosity about life and the world and my place in it; Illusions was both my text book and my fun reading in the wonderful classroom and playground called India.
I particularly love the first entry in the book, the part that looks like handwritten notes ... I read it over and over again:
"Once there lived a village of creatures along the bottom of a great crystal river. The current of the river swept silently over them all -- young and old, rich and poor, good and evil -- the current going its own way, knowing only its own crystal self.
Each creature in its own manner clung tightly to the twigs and rocks of the river bottom, for clinging was their way of life, and resisting the current was what each had learned from birth.
But one creature said at last, "I am tired of clinging. Though I cannot see it with my eyes, I trust that the current knows where it is going. I shall let go, and let it take me where it will. Clinging, I shall die of boredom."
The other creatures laughed and said, "Fool! Let go, and that current you worship will throw you tumbled and smashed against the rocks, and you will die quicker than boredom!"
But the one heeded them not, and taking a breath did let go, and at once was tumbled and smashed by the current across the rocks.
Yet in time, as the creature refused to cling again, the current lifted him free from the bottom, and he was bruised and hurt no more.
And the creatures downstream, to whom he was a stranger, cried, "See a miracle! A creature like ourselves, yet he flies! See the messiah, come to save us all!"
And the one carried in the current said, "I am no more messiah than you. The river delights to lift us free, if only we dare let go. Our true work is this voyage, this adventure."
But they cried the more, "Savior!" all the while clinging to the rocks, and when they looked again he was gone, and they were left alone making legends of a savior.
-- from Illusions by Richard Bach
I'll let you sit with that.
Thanks, Matt ;)