"Get going, Child," The Prophet commanded."
"Why? Why do I have to get going?" The child asked.
"But I like it here."
"I know you do."
"Then why do I have to leave? Why can't I stay here?"
"Have you gone back to your 'can't,' Child?"
"I just love being here on the lily pad, Prophet. I like to float, don't you?"
The Prophet chuckled at the Child's evasion.
"No, Child. I don't like floating. It's not healthy to float all the time. So, let's get going."
The Child loved the lily pad––the peacefulness, the protection that it offered.
"Will I ever see the lily pad again?"
"It depends, Child."
"Depends on what?"
"Whether or not you continue. The lily pad comes when you need to rest."
"And what happens if I want to remain here?"
"It will sink, and you'll sink with it."
"And you, Prophet? What will happen to you?"
"I'll get going and move on Child."
"This is soooo difficult."
"You mean to get going."
"Yes. I want to float the rest of the way."
"Oh my dear Child, many have lost sight of their true essence by succumbing to complacency."
"What's complacency, Prophet?"
"That's when you are satisfied to settle for something less."
"Oh," the Child whispered.
"So, do you want to get going or stay here?"
"Will you stay with me?"
The Child took one last look at the lily pad and stepped out on the water.
"Well, Come on, Prophet, let's get going. Don't take all day!"
The Prophet's eyes danced with anticipation as the waves of the ocean rose to block their way.