Roll on

What a rolling stone gathers, only a rolling stone knows.

When it rolls down the mountain and sticks to a thorny raspberry bush, it gathers resilience, it tastes pain, it learns the meaning of hurt.

When it is pushed from behind, it gathers courage and snaps out of the pain, moves ahead. It allows wounds to heal and pain to subside.

The rolling stone lands on a winding road, gets pushed around by fast paced cards, which is when it gathers that it must move faster if it must survive.

The rolling stone at every stage gathers experiences and lessons that encourage him to keep rolling. From the mountains to the city and beyond, the rolling stone is always on the move, pushed by strong gusts of winds that blow every now and then, throwing it in various directions.

It’s only the rolling stone that gathers friends and foes. It’s the rolling stone that gets hit, hurt, played with, loved, used. It’s the rolling stone that sets out on a journey, unaware of the destination. But reaches somewhere everyday in its own little book.

The spirit of all you rolling stones I acknowledge and appreciate, I am one of you. Roll on.