Fruit ripens on a branch at the perfect rate. You cannot hasten it. Yes, a bit of sunshine and fertilizer help it to be all the more sweet, but nature runs its course quite well. And after a while, if not picked, the fruit falls to the ground. This is the way of it, is it not? Yet there is a tendency to fight nature, to rebel when life runs its course. Yes, there are what you call accidents and refer to as tragedies. All of this is part of the cycle of life, which does indeed go on. Flow, dear one, flow. You cannot stop these cycles any more than nature can stop doing what it does.

You are so very loved.