Dappled sunlight filters through the canopy of trees, falling on a winding stream that flows through the forest. Tiny water lilies drift along the current, like nomads wandering at the stream's will. They follow the meandering path laid out for them, unable to control their own direction. Watching the water lilies today, I contemplate the parallels with our lives. We often feel helpless against the powerful currents that shape our fate. Life can seem aimless as we are swept along, powerl...