The old bridge

 There was an old stone bridge that stretched across the sea, connecting two rough seas. Built centuries ago, it stood resilient against the ocean’s fury. During calm tides, crossing it felt effortless; the view of the sparkling blue waters below was mesmerizing. But when rough seas roared, the waves would crash against the stones, leaving the footing slick and unstable.


One stormy evening, a traveler arrived at the edge of the bridge, determined to cross. The winds howled, and each step forward seemed more treacherous than the last. Fear and impatience urged him to rush, but the bridge creaked beneath him, warning him to tread carefully.


He stopped mid-step, took a deep breath, and planted his foot firmly on the stone beneath him. Slowly, he tested the weight of each step, pausing to adjust his balance before progressing. With every deliberate movement, he gained confidence. By the time he reached the other side, the storm still raged, but he stood tall, unshaken.


The traveler glanced back at the bridge and realized its lesson: even in the face of chaos, stability comes from grounding yourself in the present, trusting your footing before moving forward.


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