Aesop 2.0: 22. The River’s Wanderlust

The River liked its path. It started up in the mountains, winding its way down through the valley, all the way to the sea. It started cold, but was lovely and warm at the end. But after a few dozen years, it realised that it had lost the urge to see new things, experience new places. So it began to look around, spread out. The flooding washed away all the settlements, all the animals, everything ended up in the sea, until the dam was built.

“Getting trapped in a rut is easy, but getting out of it isn’t always better.”