All my life I have had a tendency to “go with the wind” so to say. It hasn’t been a completely submissive relationship. It sounds strange to say but the wind has tended to listen to my requests. It blows me around a little but eventually it tends to deliver me to my desired destination.
This clip of these cute little ducks reminded me of my journey.
At times these ducks get so knocked around that you worry the wind could kill them. But it’s gentle enough. The ducklings fall down and roll around, but they do (eventually) get back up again.
That has been my experience with the wind of life too. Sometimes it is so rough that you think you’re outta here. But then it stops throwing you around and like the mother duck leads, a door opens or a light goes on, and you continue on your way.