One image: an anemone, anchored to the ocean floor, living on whatever the currents bring.
Another image: a dolphin, wandering the waters, looking for fish.
I feel accepting what comes, and accepting what you encounter in life, are two sides of the same coin.
When you are truly going new places, you can’t know what is coming. This is the charm, the adventure, and sometimes the danger of it.
Relativistically, we are all in some combination of reacting and finding, of staying still and moving. But it seems to me the habit of wandering helps develop the skill of staying.
Perhaps I am talking nonsense. This is a perennial hazard of thinking out loud. But my gut tells me where is something important here.