Ripples in the Water

I consider water to be one of the more interesting things in existence. Scientifically speaking, water is just two hydrogen atoms bonded to one oxygen atom, H2O. Water is considered to be a necessary component for the existence of life. Water is a solvent for a wide variety of chemical substances and used as a base for many types of scientific experiments and measurements.

However, going beyond the existence of a substance, interestingly enough, water may be considered a concept. Water as a liquid has the incredible ability to assume any shape. Put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle. Put water into a tea pot it becomes the teapot. It can move in a variety of manners. Water can flow as a river, creep like a spill, drip like a runny faucet. Yet it can also crash as a powerful tsunami. Water can be cold as ice or as hot as fire. Water can save a man from thirst or drown him which ultimately leads to the idea that water may be considered to have no inherent sense of morality - of course, what does (except for God and Satan, Heaven and Hell)?

Probably my sentiments gravitate towards this concept because I find it easily relates to life. Life in itself is many times unpredictable, changing its dynamics and shape much like water going into a cup or water freezing into a block of ice. Life can be a warm sooting bath, or its immenseness can drown us indefinitely. Probably one of the more beautiful things about life is that, like a river, it can flowing laboriously, stretching across vast expanses and even branching into different facets of existence. However, regardless of where they reach, they always make their way back into the ocean, much like how each and every one of us are essentially making our ways to something Greater than ourselves.

Throw a stone into a pond and almost immediately you'll see the surface of the water erupt into chaos. Upon impact, there is a momentary hole within the medium of water but somehow this void miraculously heals itself and the water is restored to a perfect stillness. However, the stone still remains, the composition of what lies beneath the tranquil surface is forever changed.

Change in our lives never really comes without a shaking of the world (whose definition varies for each individual and each individual situation). Everyone at some point or another wishes that change, in some sense, would not occur - we wish to freeze just one moment of life and hold onto it forever. But a still unflowing pond will eventually fester and grow corrupt while a free flowing river will remain clean and clear. And so life must change, it must move on or else we find our lives stale. And so we feel the stones that are thrown into our ponds, and deal with the wounds to our peaceful surface. Life shaking punctures that emanate into these momentary capillary waves.

This blog will be my comments on these ripples in the water.