Overwhelm
I come to the Vltava overwhelmed. The Stag in me is just trying to survive another day, another decision, another person waiting.
The Rat says: Run. This is too much.
But the River doesn't run. It stays.
I sit on the stone wall and breathe. The water keeps moving without hurrying.
The Wren whispers: Where else do you need to be other than right here?
I breathe again. The path appears— not because I figured it out, but because I stopped fighting the current.
The River doesn't solve. It shows me I already know.
Join other men who were tired of holding it together and are now clear about what actually matters.