A friend gave me this book and then gently kept harping at me until I read it. After a particularly difficult day, I grabbed the book in a bit of huff and read it in two sittings.
The book consists of a conversation between a native American man and his grandfather. It is actually true stories compiled into one running conversation.
The crux of the matter is that without pain and sorrow, there cannot be happiness. The only way to proceed in life is to keep going – which is the central message of the book. Sometimes you go alone and sometimes with others but you always keep going.
There is something for everyone to relate to but the words that resonated with me were the following:
” A river begins its journey quietly as a small stream, usually in some obscure place. But it is a seeker determined to find its way. It does not know how to yield to obstacles, which can deter it for a time but cannot stop it. In a good season, a river grows and gathers strength from melting snows. Spring and summer rains also send down their encouragement. However, a bad season with less snow and rain may slow its flow to a mere trickle at times.
Nevertheless, the river inexorably follows the path it has made for itself, or it carves a new course if necessary. It is unstoppable.
A river can be wide or narrow, shallow or deep, swift or slow. But of all its characteristics, two are most distinctive: It creates its own path and it flows relentlessly. So long as there is winter snow in the mountains, spring rains and gravity, rivers will flow, they will persevere.”
I am in the process of carving a new path, and I have slowed to a mere trickle, and I am alone but I am a seeker. And still I flow.
Lesson learned. Thanks for making me read the book.