The Little River of Life

Hello everyone! I know I'm new in these site, I know my english is only quite well, but is my firs time that I'm here writing for u to share our experiences and feelings each other so If I make a single mistake, please tell me and show me the fault. Changing the theme, My name is Eugenio but u can call me Eu, Eugin or even Eugene, my name is differente in every language, so I don't mind. I'm 23 and I did art history in my spanish college, I just finished the last year so I'm quite nervious about how is life after been only with theorical part of the life, NOW i have to be practical and that's an aim for me. I spent many days in my hometown where I born and rise and for me surprise the river of my town was with many water! -I know how it sounds, but let me tell you- When usually always was dried and the most things that were in was garbage. So when I saw the clear water reminds me my teenage period when I use to play and be with a friend of mine next to the river throwing stones and just talking about things that lately we forget, but the most important thing for me is that was with water again, a simple thought like that makes me see how is life, to me I have clear, because when I was 13 years I did read "Siddartha" from Herman Hesse and change my point of view! and River like example of life, always changing but always the same, always teaching something, even the most simple things -wich some of them are very important for our complicated mind- I rediscover again how we can see life in many aspects and to me The little river of Life is with water now, I have to guide it correctly... would u help me?