Once upon a time there was a drop of water. He had existed for as long as he could remember. More of his kind were surrounding him. He felt an enormous attraction to them. Yet the drop remained a drop on his own. 

The drop was on a journey. He didn’t know where to or why. That he was moving from one place to another was all he knew. The more he moved, the more he approached his own kind. It was very peculiar; he longed to merge with them and yet that very thought scared him too. 

He stopped moving at times he was afraid. Then he could move neither forward nor backward. He discovered that standing still was not good for him. The warmth made a part of him evaporate, which made him smaller. That was not a pleasant experience at all. Every time he put his fears aside and chose for inner trust within the drop continued his journey.

One moment the drop was caught by surprise and merged together with an  other drop. This was an indescribable yet wonderful experience. It was as if something very familiar awoke in him. It became impossible for him to remain the same old drop or to make a distinction between either of them. 

Thus the new and bigger drop continued his journey. Others of his kind came in sight. Even though the experience of merging was a wonderful one, the fear of it kept coming up. In those moments, fear brought its journey to a standstill. In moments of surrender he merged and grew. As he became bigger, his journey went quicker. Merging happened more often. This wonderful feeling of merging was contagious. He wanted to become bigger. Not that he had a choice.…

The drop tumbled downwards like a huge waterfall. He became bedazzled. It was impossible for him to understand who he was. The only thing on his mind was: “More, more, I want more.” He became aware of a voice that guided him with words like: “Come. Go to the left. Go a little to the right now. Keep rolling. Time to merge.”

The drop was no longer a drop. His thoughts were merged with thoughts from the others into a stream of thoughts. This stream too went faster and merged with other streams into a bigger stream. The drop, that was no longer a drop, called himself Water. And everything with which he merged was called Water.

Then… it became quiet. Like a sea of silence. He was aware of no movement at all. His journey had come to an end. Everything was good. The drop was happy and felt at home. He realized that deep inside he had known this all along. For in each drop exists this voice that calls and encourages drops to become water.

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