Lo Que El Agua Se Llevo (99% FULL)
And then, tomorrow, turn your face upstream. Not to go back—you can’t go back. But to see what is still coming.
And in that observation, there is a strange peace.
And one day, without warning, it takes something. A job you thought was secure. A friendship you assumed would last forever. A version of yourself that you swore you’d never lose.
It took my grandfather’s memory before we could ask him one last question. It took a notebook full of poems I wrote in my twenties—lost in a basement flood. It took a relationship I had watered for years, only to watch it drift downstream like a fallen branch. Lo Que El Agua Se Llevo
There is a quiet wisdom in the Spanish phrase. It doesn’t say someone took something. It doesn’t blame. It doesn’t demand justice. It simply observes: The water took it.
But I have learned that resisting the water is not courage—it is exhaustion. True courage is learning to float. True courage is saying, “This is gone. And I am still here.”
It moves. It changes shape. It finds the cracks. And then, tomorrow, turn your face upstream
But if you sit with the phrase long enough, you realize it’s not just about natural disasters. It’s about the quiet, inevitable erosions of life. We spend so much of our lives trying to build against the current. We construct identities, accumulate possessions, weave relationships, and draw maps of our futures. We act as if life is dry land—solid, predictable, permanent.
Share your story in the comments below. Let’s honor what we’ve lost, together.
Because if the water took it, then maybe the water was always going to take it. Maybe some things are only lent to us, not given. Maybe we are not owners of our lives but temporary caretakers of moments. So tonight, light a candle for what the water took from you. And in that observation, there is a strange peace
Lo que el agua se llevó. That is the hardest part to accept. The water doesn’t hate you. It doesn’t love you. It simply obeys its nature.
But life is not land. Life is water.