An astrologer named Lake, once told me,"You can trust this life."
And she didn't mean me, in particular.
She meant you too.
She told me this was a watery life.
Maybe too much water for fifty+ years.
Dousing the fire needed for change, emergence.
She should know. Even her name means water.
I watched and waited.
And the fire crept in soon enough.
Building. Winning. Casting water aside.
For now.
Fire smelted a new path.
And it reigned. Until it too became ordinary.
All that was needed,
Is a little rain to balance things out.
Neither fire nor water win forever.
In the tides of life, it is more like a dance.
Water leads, then fire.
Whenever they meet. Steam.
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