Be More Than a Passenger
Roughly 2,500 years ago, Heraclitus wrote: “No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man.” As individuals we are constantly changing, and hopefully for the better. The same is true for all that surrounds us. The world in which we live, the entire universe for that matter, is constantly in flux. And with this change it is easy to see the passage of time much like that of a flowing river, inevitably heading in a single direction, and us just being carried by the current down the monodirectional stream.
Must this be the case? Must we passively float, the direction of our lives dictated by forces beyond our control or even comprehension? This could certainly get into the realm of debating the concept of free will, something we have not been able to definitively put to rest despite our best minds working on the question for millennia, but I will not pretend I am qualified or justified in attempting to add something new to that well-trod ground.
Instead, I wish to continue with the river metaphor that Heraclitus provides. Our lives can be seen like rivers, our birth serving as the headwater, and our death as the mouth as life pours out of us into the metaphorical ocean of existence. In this, yes, we can pass our time, and thus lives, as mere passengers, but we don’t have to.
We can determine the vessel we will take down the river. Should anything go wrong with it, we can repair or even choose to change vessels as we proceed.
We can float directionless on that vessel, letting the currents take us where they will. Or we can research and shop around to find a trusted navigator or captain to whom we hand the responsibility of steering our vessel.
Alternatively, we can steer or even row our own vessel. We can decide to be our own navigator, serve as our own captain. We can proceed by gut alone, adjusting as things come upon us. Or we can turn to instruments developed by those who have navigated this river before us. We can study and learn about its currents and rapids from materials and documentation by the same.
We can see it as a race, trying to get from start to finish “first.” Or we can see it as a pleasure cruise, soaking in the sights and sounds as we go, docking on the shores occasionally to experience more of a particular place and time.
We can invite others on our vessel to share our journey, and we can tie up to other vessels to enjoy a more communal experience on our journey.
We can dexterously navigate through the dangerous rapids we incur, or not. We can come out the other side battered and bruised, but better informed about how to handle the next rough patch, or we can fall to pieces as our vessel breaks apart, allowing ourselves to be carried beneath the water the rest of the way.
One thing is certain, none of us knows where the mouth of our personal river lies, or when we will pour into it. All we know is that we can’t go back. Given that, shouldn’t we be the ones who decide how we want to steer down these waters, at what pace, and with whom?
Let’s all do Heraclitus one better. Don’t just step into the river, captain your own way down it.









