Life, my friends, is exactly like a river. It took me a while—and more existential breakdowns than I care to admit—to truly appreciate this. Rivers don’t wrestle with rocks; they flow around them with easy grace. Me? I used to fight those damn rocks every chance I got, convinced my stubbornness was strength.

One day, paintbrush in hand and staring at a canvas as blank as my confused expression, it hit me like a splash of cold water: resistance wasn’t strength. Strength was fluidity. It was gentleness. Strength was the quiet surrender to the natural flow.

“The River” captures that epiphany. It’s about choosing the path of least resistance—not because it’s easier, but because it aligns with a deeper, universal current guiding us toward greatness. See, when I stopped trying to bulldoze through obstacles, life started flowing more naturally. Opportunities appeared, colors got brighter, and hell—even my jokes got funnier (subjectively speaking, of course).

I like to imagine each swirl and color in this piece as different experiences—some bright, others shadowy—that shape our journeys. The twists, the turns, the occasional turbulence—they’re all vital parts of the beautiful chaos.

Maybe life truly is as simple and profound as water finding its path. I don’t have all the answers. But I do know that life feels better when you stop fighting the current and start savoring the journey.

So here’s to flowing gently, avoiding unnecessary struggle, and manifesting greatness one gentle ripple at a time.

Stay fluid, my friends.