Thinking

I was thinking today that our lives are a lot like small pebbles on the beach. We get pushed back and forth by the waves of life. We all move in the same basic direction although some of us resisted the wave’s action and try to strike out on our own. Some of us are that jutting stone just off shore defying the push and pull of the water while all the time slowly breaking down. As time goes by we lose our sharp outer edges and become more rounded and less resistant to the pull of the wave and with time we settle deeper into the beach where life’s storm and quiet affect us less. Sometimes parts of us are pulled away, never too been seen again. Eventually the water, life, wares us down until there is nothing left but a memory of our place on the beach and with the passage of time even that fades as we are replaced by other grains of sand, still sharp sided and restless trying to make a place for themselves on the beach.

J.M.Blondin
4/26/2017