Five swans
What else could I possibly need?
Five swans swam toward the boat. I watched, admiring their elegance. Their grace. Suddenly, they seemed to speak to me. Swan one said: I move without effort. That’s why I glide so elegantly, so gracefully, through the water. I don’t force a thing. I let movement happen. Swan two said: I don’t worry about how I look to you. You label my movements, my appearance. You admire it. I don’t mind whether you do or don’t. I’m just here, existing. Swan three said: I don’t think about tomorrow. It’s a concept I have no knowledge of, other than seeing it in your mind now. To me, all there is, is what’s here now. That’s enough. Swan four said: I don’t know what worrying is. I see it in human minds, but I don’t experience it. I don’t need it. If danger arrives, I’ll know. I’ll act. What more do I need? Swan five said: I don’t strive. I don’t reach. I don’t try to achieve something called ‘success’. What would success look like for a swan? What does it even mean? I’m here. I swim. I eat. I breathe. What else is there? What else could I possibly need? I blinked. The swans turned left. Swam out of view. Their message remained. I picked up a book. Continued reading. What else was there? What else could I possibly need? Love, Brigitte
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