The Rock and the River

You're only responsible for your own actions. You can't control how someone else reacts to what you do. You made a choice. Stand by it.

The river moves, but it follows a path. When it tires of one journey, it rubs through some rock to forge a new way. Hard work, but that's its nature.

It's not that you said it. I care that you even though it.

The river is motion, turmoil, rage. As the river flows, it wonders what it would be like to be so still, to take a breath, to rest. But the rock will always wonder what lies around the bend in the stream.

You can't be the rock and the river, Sam." "The rock is high ground...Solid. Immovable." "The river is motion, turmoil, rage. As the river flows, it wonders what it would be like to be so still, to take breath, to rest. But the rock will always wonder what lies around the bend in the stream." "I want to be both," I whispered.

Which was worse? Hurting Stick by doing nothing, or hurting Father by doing what I did? My head ached with my thoughts, all the memories of moments I still didn’t understand.