Once upon a time, in a world where existence wove itself like an endless tapestry, there was a force—timeless, invisible, and yet ever-present. It had no name, though some called it Destiny. Others saw it as the universal flow of what must happen. It was neither good nor evil, yet it touched everything, guiding events toward their inevitable course.
One day, a traveler stood at the edge of existence, caught in a moment of indecision. They turned to the unseen force surrounding them, its presence like a gentle current, and asked, “You must be pretty important. Where do you want to go?”
The flow responded, not with words, but with a sensation—a soft pull, a feeling of movement in all directions. Finally, it answered in a voice that came from everywhere and nowhere at once, “Wherever you are meant to go, I am already there. I move with you.”
The traveler furrowed their brow. “But don’t you choose where you go?”
The flow hummed with quiet certainty, its tone like the whisper of wind through ancient trees. “I choose nothing. I simply am. I exist to ensure that all things follow their path, whether joyful or sorrowful, certain or unforeseen. Wherever there is life, wherever there is motion, I am there.”
The traveler considered this for a long while. “But isn’t it tiring, carrying everything to where it must go?”
The flow stirred softly, like ripples across an infinite ocean. “No. To resist is to grow tired. To flow is to be free. I am not burdened by the weight of what must happen, for I am what happens.”
“Then where do I go from here?” the traveler asked, both curious and uncertain.
“To the next step,” the flow replied. “And the one after that. You may call it choice, or chance, or fate. But every moment carries you forward, and wherever you go, I will move with you, guiding you unseen.”
The traveler exhaled, feeling the truth of it in their bones. “So you’re always here.”
“Yes,” the flow murmured, steady and eternal. “Wherever you are, so too am I. Where you hesitate, I encourage. Where you wander, I guide. You do not see me, but you feel me—always.”
The traveler smiled faintly, no longer afraid. “Then let’s go. Take me where I need to be.”
And so the flow carried them forward, through moments and choices, triumphs and stumbles. The traveler never quite saw it, but they learned to trust its presence. For the flow was not something to fight or control—it was the quiet hand that led all things to their rightful place.
And as the traveler moved through life, they came to understand that the flow, this timeless force, was never pulling them to a place of certainty, but carrying them into what must be—a destiny shaped as much by surrender as it was by action. And wherever they went, they knew: the flow was with them, forever unseen, forever steady.
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