The path of least resistance

Like water flows. It always follows the path of least resistance.

I have so many possible titles for this posting...

Mother Nature is my "God".
Life and Death.
I am like a drop of water.
Journey - A babbling brook or a dry creek bed.
Life is like a raindrop.
Water does not go uphill. Why am I trying to?
(Pop, pop, pop.)

I wish I was a painter. It seems like it would be easier than writing. How do I paint the many pictures in my head? I have to pick one picture and try to paint it for you.

Life is like a raindrop. I'm going with this one for now.

Life and death are ying and yang. You cannot possibly have one without the other. At the beginning, you are a raindrop falling from the sky. You land where you land. You don't have any choice in the matter. You don't pick your parents, your nationality, your siblings. You don't get to decide if you are gay or straight, rich or poor, sick or healthy. You don't get to pick if you land in a smooth spot, or you land in the roughest spot of earth. You don't get to pick to land in a lake, a puddle, or land all by yourself, alone. This is the beginning of your journey.

You, however, must follow some path. Mother Nature says so. Gravity says to follow the path of least resistance. So starts your journey. I hope it is a long, long one. Your journey, your life, your raindrop is going to one day  turn into the condensation that goes back up into the sky. John became a raindrop 63 years ago. Daddy became a raindrop 73 years ago. They were broken down and sucked back up as condensation. Their journey ended. Ying Yang.

My head says ying and yang. My heart says NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I'm not ready!!!!! My raindrop is still here. My raindrop wants John and Daddy to still be in my puddle. Where do I go? What do I do? The grief journey is definitely the dry creek bed. Full of rocks, boulders, very few other raindrops. It seems all uphill. I want to be back in the puddle with John and Daddy!!! (I use exclamation marks to yell it really loud. Yell it at the top of my lungs. !!!!!!!!!!!!) This part of my journey fucking sucks! Where is the path of least resistance?