Both rivers were born on the same day, at different destinations.
At birth, they were given:
No instructions,
No expectations,
No restrictions—
Just the freedom to flow as they wished.
The River That Never Stopped
The first river moved swiftly.
It ignored:
the scenery,
the moments,
It didn’t slow for joy.
It didn’t notice the sky reflected within it.
It believed, “If I stop, I will waste time.”
So, it kept moving.
Day after day,
Year after year.
The River That Never Moved
The second river believed the opposite.
It stayed still.
It called it enjoyment.
It called it peace.
It called it “living in the moment.”
But because it didn’t move:
People threw dust,
People dumped waste.
Burden replaced reflection.
But its belief was simple:
“Why rush? Life is meant to be enjoyed.”
So, it stayed.
Day after day.
Year after year.
One day, they realized:
The fast river had gone far — but it was dry inside and no depth left.
The still river was full — but polluted and heavy, unable to flow anywhere.
Then the rivers were no longer rivers
In the end, neither extreme survived:
The river that rushed lost its depth.
The river that rested lost its purity.
It was too late to realize that—
Flow was neither speed nor stillness,
but knowing when to move
and when to pause.
by Sonu II Mechanical
