1：Life
Life is river. Sometimes it flows mildly, sometimes it runs roughly. It begins with little amount of water, it grows with inflow of rains. Brook can be muddy with dirty footmarks, or it can be clear with neat steps. Stream can be curved by rocks, filled with stones, or swum by fish. As it grows bigger, it will hold more rocks, stones, and fish. Start of every river is different, but all of them reach the sea at last.
Is goal of the river getting sea? No. The river can go to sea with nothing. Not obtaining any rocks, stones, fish, plants, or mud makes monotonous river. Additionally, our river cannot go so easy. Love, hate, delight, sorrow. Having new river, losing old liver, meeting with other liver, joining with another river. Many emotions, experiences, and happenings change the form of our river. Each of our river forms different shape, and it shows our life.
My goal of the river is that large and energetic, making me surprise, full of other lives, bringing me happiness, and curved many times, reminding me my days, when I look it back at the time I'm about to reach the sea. Neither I'm about to get the sea, nor my river is great now. To make the great river, I think more, feel more, love more. I'm not sure that this really makes great river, however, I'm sure that this will make wonderful, exciting, happy life. I will not make a perfect river, but I can make fine one.
Many people have their own aims. Some people will not care if their river is really narrow. Another people will not care if their river is really muddy. Others can give up their river. Although I sometimes think that if I give up my river and do the things someone said, I can live with no annoyance, I always decide to care my river. One person has only one river, so I want to make my own river large by myself. Sometimes I need help, sometimes I lose the way. Distress makes my river strange shaped, but it also makes my river to the only one. Same thing happens by delight, anger, hate, and so on. Then my river will grow and become the only one.
Life is river. I was, I'm, and I'll be struggle with making it abundant enough to be proud. Besides, I hope that the day when ending this long river with smiling will come.