Mighty waterfall, flowing river, trickling stream

I am beginning to look at pride; as a character defect.

Which means I have hit mid-life crisis with all the rage and fury of a trickling stream desperately in search of the big, flowing river that will give meaning to its existence.

Trickling stream, did, of course once come from a mighty waterfall.

Life as it maps the ebb and flow ensures you go mighty waterfall, flowing river, trickling stream – and not always in that order.

I am finally searching for that gentle, but steady rush.

And pride, as it turns out, may be a problem to consider.