You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. Be water my friend.
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An experienced & wise master grew tired of his apprentice complaining. One morning he sent the apprentice for some salt. When the apprentice returned, the master instructed the unhappy young man to put a handful of salt in a glass of water and drink it.
“How does it taste?” the master asked.
“Bitter,” spit the apprentice.
The master chuckled and then asked the young man to put a handful of Salt in the lake nearby.
The two walked to the nearby lake. After the apprentice swirled his handful of salt into the water, the old man said, “Now drink from the lake..”
As the water dripped down the young man’s chin, the master asked, “Now How does this taste?”
“Fresh & Sweet” remarked the apprentice.
“Do you taste the salt?” asked the master.
“No,” said the young man.
At this, the master sat beside the young man who so reminded him of Himself at one time and held his hands.
He told the young man, “The pain of life is pure salt; no more, no less.
The amount of pain in life remains exactly the same. However, the amount of bitterness we taste depends on the container we put the pain in. So when you are in pain, the only thing you can do is to enlarge your sense of things . . .
“Stop being a glass. Become a lake.”
I've seen my share of struggle / When I thought that I knew best
When I've sailed through a storm / 'Stead of stopping to rest
And it always seems the hardest / When I've made up my stubborn mind
Well I'm changing my ways this time
I wanna be like water
Coming down a mountain
Into shadowy canyons
Flowing from pool to stream
Wanna be like water
Head uphill no more
I am bound for the sea
Have you ever seen an eagle / Head straight into the wind
He doesn't pick a fight / Spreads his wings and just gives in
And in the end he always / Makes it home just fine
I guess he knows that every storm subsides
I'll let nature take its course
No more thinking that I know
Where this river's meant to go
I have railed against the stars / For the cards that I've been dealt
For the lottery I've never won / For the heartache that I've felt
But it always seems when I let go / Of expectation and regret
Life has plenty of suprises for me yet