Rivers Flow Through Mondays

2025.4 | I
Not a Role, But a Flame
by Jun Rivers

The sounds of work
stretch out our necks,
toward glowing screens
and mounting checks.

We forget, sometimes,
what we really are—
not numbers or noise,
but a flickering star.

Not tasks on a list,
not a line in a plan—
but a voice,
a breath,
a human hand.

So before we rush,
or break the day—
let me offer this
as a different way:

I see us not
as role or name,
rather as lights
of a sparkling flame.

Let’s not pass by
like strangers do,
when warmth is real
and hearts are true.

We’re not just here
to strive or prove—
but to connect,
to feel,
to boldly move.

So take this Monday,
not with dread—
but with a word,
a nod,
a step ahead.

The river flows—
not mine, not yours.
And through its current,
we carve our lores.