Waves
I am back home, but not before ending up at the pier. I walked along the beach, ironically there werent alot of ppl there, so I shrugged it off and continues to walk. It is so fun walking barefoot in sand, it feels good.
Anyway, I am one to welcome change, and I found myself trying to force it. Both in others and Myself, well back to the story. Here I am, walking this beach looking at the surfers, the kids, and this unbeleivable hot blonde sitting... well like I said what affected me was not the surfers or the people.. well I am not so sure about the blonde. But it was the waves, each one crashed against my feet, got into my toes, each wave felt different, larger, smaller, or cooler.
It hit me then, and I realize it now. Things do change, they come, and they go away, yet they always seem to come back in a different form. They always seem better, I held on to a wave, not realizing what could come in during the next crush.
I always said that lines are drawn in teh sand, yet they change with each passing wave. I made sure never to cross that line wherevr it stood, and I got confused, real easy and impatient. Instead of waitng for the next wave, I crossed it, and I got swept away.
Ironically I am being told to take whatever happens, and now I know what it means. and this by all standards is not telling me to wait, or to just sit down. But to welcome each wave. To be "Chill". I real;ized this, and I came home relaxed because waves will come and somethings will be swept away, but the ebst things, the things worth anything, will come in with the tide, different mind you. But better.
So, as my glasses have finally returned to me, I will be "chill" and I will welcome any change, good or bad. With sand between my toes, and a line this is ever changing. its time others realize that as well. That good times will always be just around the corner. Nothing is really let go if it only finds its way back. Like a wave, different, yet still the same.
So as my personal reflection I also know there are some pppl out here afraid of change, lamenting the feeling of the past wave. Don't things come and go, but indeed nothing is meant to last forever... excpet that of the changing waves.
Anyway, I am one to welcome change, and I found myself trying to force it. Both in others and Myself, well back to the story. Here I am, walking this beach looking at the surfers, the kids, and this unbeleivable hot blonde sitting... well like I said what affected me was not the surfers or the people.. well I am not so sure about the blonde. But it was the waves, each one crashed against my feet, got into my toes, each wave felt different, larger, smaller, or cooler.
It hit me then, and I realize it now. Things do change, they come, and they go away, yet they always seem to come back in a different form. They always seem better, I held on to a wave, not realizing what could come in during the next crush.
I always said that lines are drawn in teh sand, yet they change with each passing wave. I made sure never to cross that line wherevr it stood, and I got confused, real easy and impatient. Instead of waitng for the next wave, I crossed it, and I got swept away.
Ironically I am being told to take whatever happens, and now I know what it means. and this by all standards is not telling me to wait, or to just sit down. But to welcome each wave. To be "Chill". I real;ized this, and I came home relaxed because waves will come and somethings will be swept away, but the ebst things, the things worth anything, will come in with the tide, different mind you. But better.
So, as my glasses have finally returned to me, I will be "chill" and I will welcome any change, good or bad. With sand between my toes, and a line this is ever changing. its time others realize that as well. That good times will always be just around the corner. Nothing is really let go if it only finds its way back. Like a wave, different, yet still the same.
So as my personal reflection I also know there are some pppl out here afraid of change, lamenting the feeling of the past wave. Don't things come and go, but indeed nothing is meant to last forever... excpet that of the changing waves.