The First One

I have heard life best described as a river that is always running and ever changing. I do agree with this metaphor; however, it does not make me happy to do so. Sometimes I wish life would stay the same, that the current would just tire and stop. Maybe it is because I loath not being in control, or maybe I detest the unknown future. I was happy where this river called life had taken me. A happiness had overtaken me, one that was completely new and seemed to have no ending in sight. The view from the river was spectacular. For the first time I was overfilled with joy and could not ask or wish for anything more. Things sure have changed. I feel as if I ave fallen off of the boat and in a panic and frenzy I am trying to stay afloat. As I frantically make my way to the surface I see my boat swiftly making its way downstream. The boat was the prize of my fleet. the only one who never let me down. A boat that I would be more than happy to be bound to for life. It had the perfect name, Caitlin. I begin to swim harder and faster than I ever imagined possible, but with no avail. So here I am, caught in the never ending flow of the river. Making my way ever so slowly down stream the river called life. While I have no boat to aid in this journey, all of the swimming one my own has begun to make me stronger. I still long for my vessel of old, and can only pray it has not attacked by pirates. When and if I find it again, I will love it even more. So for now I swim and stay afloat, but my eyes are fixed on the horizon and my hopes hinge on seeing that familiar boat waiting for me at a port.