The water in the hills trickles down into the valley where I like to go running.
The result is a lovely lake.
It makes me think about those experiences that wash over us, as compared to those other experiences that get trapped in our minds. What we become is a combination of those things that couldn't pass by unimpeded, and our ability to let go. For better or for worse, our compendium is unique, created by circumstance and chance. And of course, choice. But it would be unreasonable to assume we truly have complete control.
But - the lake is beautiful, regardless of the water source, or the places where the water leaks out into the soil.