Life is like rivers. They all start from different places. Much like people, we all come from different backgrounds and histories. Sometimes we meet other people and the rivers collide. When it doesn’t work, the rivers split apart and go other ways, and in doing so some rivers flow into the desert and dry up. Sometimes the current gets rough and rocky, just like when there is trouble in life. You may not know where the river is taking you, but its travelling there that makes life meaningful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem