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    Legends and Lyrics – Second Series

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    Dis­cour­aged begins with a gen­tle discovery—a tiny stream bare­ly vis­i­ble beneath lay­ers of moss, its qui­et mur­mur invit­ing curios­i­ty. The speak­er fol­lows it with inno­cent won­der, see­ing in its path a reflec­tion of hope and qui­et promise. There’s com­pan­ion­ship in the stream’s rhythm, and an unspo­ken agree­ment forms: the jour­ney toward the sea will be shared. As the stream dances past heather and tum­bles through hills, joy blooms from the unplanned explo­ration. It’s a jour­ney both out­ward and inward, where every twist of water echoes a change with­in. The ear­ly pace is light, like a dream that feels end­less­ly pos­si­ble.

    As they walk, the stream seems to gath­er mean­ing with every mile—moving through wild­flow­ers, reflect­ing sky and bird, and brush­ing against cat­tle in rest­ful fields. Its edges become soft­er, and its song gen­tler, whis­per­ing lessons about growth, trust, and time. The speak­er lis­tens close­ly, cap­ti­vat­ed by the poet­ry of nature in motion. In those moments, the world feels gen­er­ous, and the stream becomes a sym­bol of calm progress. But as the banks steep­en and the flow accel­er­ates, some­thing shifts. Beau­ty turns to strug­gle, and seren­i­ty gives way to force. The path becomes uneven, test­ing the speaker’s strength and belief.

    What began as a joy­ful quest now feels like an oblig­a­tion, pressed by mud, stone, and water too wild to wel­come. Doubt seeps in, thick as the under­growth. Why con­tin­ue if the sea remains unseen, always just out of reach? The speak­er’s feet hes­i­tate, heavy with the weight of expec­ta­tions unmet. The silence grows loud­er than the stream’s voice ever was. With a heart no longer cer­tain, the deci­sion to stop is made—not from anger, but from weari­ness. It’s a qui­et defeat, wrapped in the hope that walk­ing away might restore some peace.

    In step­ping back, the speak­er does­n’t return to where they began but drifts toward dis­trac­tion. Mead­ows stretch like gen­tle apolo­gies, offer­ing com­fort in their still­ness. Time pass­es with­out the current’s pull, and for a while, there’s relief in not striv­ing. But under the sur­face, a per­sis­tent ques­tion remains. Did the stream, just beyond the next hill, meet the sea? Could a few more steps have made all the effort worth­while? That unan­swered pos­si­bil­i­ty tugs at the speaker’s heart, soft­ly and end­less­ly.

    This moment mir­rors so many in life, where dreams are pur­sued with ener­gy until uncer­tain­ty makes the fin­ish line blur. There is no shame in rest, but regret often set­tles in the spaces left unex­plored. Per­se­ver­ance doesn’t always guar­an­tee suc­cess, but giv­ing up guar­an­tees nev­er know­ing what might have been. The stream, in all its forms, becomes a metaphor for com­mit­ment. Its per­sis­tence is natural—it doesn’t ques­tion the path, only fol­lows grav­i­ty, no mat­ter the ter­rain. From trick­le to tor­rent, it sim­ply con­tin­ues, trust­ing that its jour­ney has mean­ing even when unseen.

    The poem’s sad­ness lies not in the aban­don­ment but in the near­ness of suc­cess, unseen by a heart too tired to hope. It invites read­ers to look inward and ask if they, too, have stopped short of their own seas. Per­haps effort deserves more cred­it than we give it, espe­cial­ly when it’s hard­est to con­tin­ue. Some­times the reward isn’t at the end, but in each step tak­en with faith. And yet, there’s hon­esty in admit­ting when ener­gy fades, when courage slips, and when dreams are paused—not because they weren’t worth it, but because humans, unlike rivers, must choose when to con­tin­ue.

    Still, the poem lingers with a truth both haunt­ing and hope­ful: many great things lie just beyond the next effort. It reminds us that dis­cour­age­ment is not failure—it is a cross­roads. We can pause, reflect, even walk away, but the sea doesn’t van­ish. It waits. And some­times, just know­ing that can be enough to begin again—when we’re ready.

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