In that tranquil moment, sitting on the edge of that river, he altered his thoughts yet again. He couldn't decide his path until he saw a small fish, a very little one, swimming like a no novice.
In the next moment he stood up and walked away, not bothering about the thorns on the way. He had found his fond path.
Sometimes, if not always, all it takes is a little courage to make a small but consistent start. Rest, the journey itself takes care of it.
P.S. - King Bruce and a spider story may not have taught him what a little fish taught him. And yes, he became the King of his own story.