A Warning.

Rushing water surrounds you. Caught in a torrent of indefatigable power, your paddle slices the water into thin strips of turbulence. Pressing forward, you heed no counsel; you hear no cries. The thrill of the chase, a look on the face, a stop is out of place; and you bumble on. By this time, any resistance is useless, the water takes you away, pushing towards the end--your end. You heard the cries, but paid no heed till the end is near. Crushed canoes, abandoned kayaks; the sides of the river are littered with the remains; but it is too late. Glancing down into the swirling depths, broken paddles jut from broken rock. Then you hear it, that solemn sound. The snarling river is now accompanied with a soft purr, which becomes a sneering growl, erupting into the full roar of your nearing end. The raging river flees in a rash departure, jumping to its death in the pooling depths of the waterfall. Listen to the signs. Heed the warnings. Observe previous failures. Don't rush into relationships. Let your friendship be gilded with the finest gold, bar your romantic tendencies from taking rule. One after another rushes down stream, picking up speed, only to fall yet again, another couple fizzling out like a dying sparkler. Be wary, take heed, enjoy your friends for who they are.

nate.