The river had been flowing smoothly, uninterruptedly. Then all at once, parallel walls, named Fear and Anxiety, emerged across it, cutting off the stream. The water stopped, and time stood still.
Stagnancy. For how long?
In conjunction with such immobility, ominous gray clouds hovered above. An afternoon masked with a deathly countenance.
Gradually, however, a golden glow sparked on the horizon. It kept amplifying until an orange pillar jutted out to the sky.
An illumination on a dismal day.
Everything will be alright.
It's just a matter of patiently waiting while nurturing the inner joy.
It's just a matter of patiently waiting while nurturing the inner joy.
