Should there be a flood,
What you shall do
is turn it to steam.

Then, you must harvest it,
rid it of its poisons,
and drink it well
going forward.

A favorite poem of my own – I initially thought of these words while contemplating on what one might invent as an advanced solution to prevent or subdue an actual flood.

But then, I found so much beauty in it, because our emotions behave in the same manner. They rise and they fall – and yet they cannot change their forms nor matter, and they will grow until tethered.

I am turning this into a life motto of mine – for when the emotions come flooding in during a darker time. And if I don’t, I’m only building more for me to rid in time.