Oceanside Epiphany
Realizations on the beach
I don't want to be like the ocean, but the shoreline rock.
The ocean is time. Stormy or calm, can't be stopped, teeming with life, yet desolate and alone. The ocean erodes the rock, removing pieces of it a particle at a time until, years later, it no longer resembles the same rock at all.
It has lumps and bumps where there weren't any. It has cracks and lines. It's been worn and beaten every single day.
But, if you look a little longer, you'll start to see that the beautiful colours inside are now showing. You'll see the rough edges are gone.
Life springs forth from it. It shelters those creatures that aren't as strong. And all the tiny pieces that were taken from it have created a beach around it.
I don't want to be like the ocean. I want to be like the shoreline rock.
About the Creator
Susanne McCabe
Favorite Quote: The wise old oak is simply the nut that held its ground.
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