Waves

 Imagine being at the seaside and the waves are constantly flowing. You look down and the water below is bringing you shells of all sorts, right to your very toes. As you lean to pick them up, to bring them near to you, some naturally get carried away back to the sea. You try to reach for them, but they are distant and cold now in the ocean water. Then you see some other shells and reach to touch them, they are cracked and almost cut your fingers as they brush against you. They are like beautiful roses with thorns that are so unexpected you forget to guard yourself. For the third time, you reach down to the salt water below, you finally grab hold of a few shells that you are able to hold gently in your palm. And with these few shells, you carry on.

I'm not sure about you, but I think it's safe to say that we have all lost people we were once so very near to. People who we may have spoken to every day and now are as distant as ever. I think of the sea, the waves seem to give and take away. Like a constant flow of breath, some remain and others return. So likewise, some people that you meet or become close to disappear just as soon as they've settled in. It is as if their ways and their course changed, and you no longer know them. I hope you see my dear, they weren't meant to stay.

On another note, I've met other people with beautiful souls, sometimes friends, or loved ones that have been dear to my heart. I have learned that the kindest people have often the greatest barriers. They are like those shells that have sharp edges. No matter the time that goes by, the edges are still there, and eventually, when you bring them close enough to you they will leave their marks of their own and confusion and hurt onto you. I was once told, "Hurt people, most simply hurt people". Think about it. Is it not the most basic, but honest explanation of it all?

And yet, there are those who you manage to meet out of what seems like a mere coincidence. I believe, individuals that we meet are marked just as our days are numbered. I've met a few precious ones with the deepest sincerity in their gaze and support in the arms. They are like the soft shells that remain steady in your palm. Bring these ones near to you and let them continue on your journey; wherever that may be.

So as you continue on with life and naturally meet people day in and day out never forget the sea. For the ocean waves are like life. They go back and forth just as our own breath does. And after all, breath is life. Stay reassured love, that the shells that do belong to us will stay ashore for us to reach, and with that, we can go forward into the unknown.