Be a large branch stuck in the bed of a mighty river, stopped erect, standing as the waters rush past to their final destination somewhere at the end of the world. Should you slip loose from the stone and earth of the riverbed, you'll be whisked away with the rest of the contents of the waters. You'd be in good company, probably happy to be a part of something, part of a movement. However, you found yourself where you are right now for a reason. It might not be chance that stuck you in the muck so firm. See what you can do while you're there. As the other sticks, the fish, the trash, as they rush past you maybe they'll see something in you and glean insight into the process of the river. Maybe you'll learn something too.