A Rock stands fast against the flow.
It is grounded in physical reality.
It survives the test of time.
It is steadfast in its outlook on life.
When overwhelmed by the flow of life, I need a rock to anchor myself to physical reality.
When I am a rock for other people to rely on, I can get stuck myself.
I do not have to be a rock to be grounded in the flow.
A rock can be a hard place to be.
It is the fate of every rock to be worn down & reduced to dust.
A rock gives up its flexibility of choice.
It weathers all seasons without flexibility or compromise.
As a rock I cannot change my perception over time.
I cannot perceive another reality that is not set in stone.