At times my life is a stream,

Just floating along very slowly with no meaning or purpose.

At times my life is a puddle,

I try to avoid it.

At times my life is whitewater,

There is so much going on and I have no control,

I feel I am drowning in the fast moving current of life.

Yet I must remember my life is an ocean,

While sometimes the monstrous waves of anxiety crash over and submerge me completely,

I understand there is beautiful life around me

I understand that my life is so much bigger than what I know

I understand that there is so much more to discover

I understand that my life is water,

So many different meanings,

None that I can make sense of.