Life's Journey: Navigating the White Water River

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Life is a White Water River Life is a white water river. At first I paddle slowly along the uncharacteristically-calm waters to school. I have got to steel myself to keep up with the tiresome work that lies ahead of me. The heavy waves of work pound me tirelessly as I attempt to manoevour around the feared whirlpool of depression, which at any given time can pull me under and swallow me alive. While in the river, which I call life, I have to be in control at all times; I must quickly steer and paddle away from the massive rocks and devouring waves. When travelling along a rough river, it is essential that the rafter be a quick thinker, and only the experienced rafter can outwit the many perils that lie ahead. Sure, I am apt to make mistakes, I can only imagine how many times waves have knocked my raft over while learning; I can only imagine how many rocks my raft has crashed into when I did not recieve a top mark; I can only imagine how many dreadful times my usually sturdy raft has almost been pulled into the whirlpool of depression. On the other hand, there are many positive aspects to this white water river with its exhilarating highs and its anticipated lows. There are many interested people whom I may accidentalily bump my raft into on my way, and, of course, the river can give me the ultimate thrill of knowing that I have managed to succeed the dastardly rough-waters. then, as the water begins to flow smoothly again, I can relax and cherish the experience, and anticipate the dangers and hard work that lie ahead.

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