Ramble Clinging to the Rock

Clinging to the Rock

There’s a little creature clinging to a rock at the bottom of a stream. The current rushes past with power and purpose, but the creature is terrified. The rock feels safe. The current feels unknown. So it hangs on for dear life.

Time passes. Its arms ache. The rock, once a comfort, starts to feel like a prison. Finally, in exhaustion—or maybe clarity—it lets go. And the stream lifts it. Gently. Effortlessly. Not to destruction, but to discovery.

That’s life, isn’t it? We clutch our rocks—plans, fears, identities—thinking letting go means doom. But often, release is the only way to be found. The current isn’t the enemy. It’s the guide.

I’ve had my rock-clinging moments. Times I refused to trust or change. And every time I finally let go, things shifted—not always perfectly, but always purposefully. The stream knows where it’s going. We just have to stop fighting it.

So if your fingers are cramping and your heart is tired, maybe it’s time to loosen your grip. Trust the current. You don’t need to know where it’s taking you—only that it’s carrying you somewhere worth going.