I asked the river

I asked the river today why the journey had been so hard. Why did we lose so much? it did not answer for a long time. My feet in the shallow water, the stones covered in moss were warm and soft and difficult. Tender and hard, like stepping on the face of a loved one. It corrected me, that sadness and joy and good and bad and easy and difficult were human perceptions, that there is no asking for better or worse, we only ask for life to continue, like the river has been continuing for a long time. But I am only an impatient child, so I ask, why me? And it tells me the obvious answer, because I am strong enough. And it is obvious but it is the only reason, among all other reasons.