Yesterday, as I sat at my desk, the sun was shining through the window. I felt such a deep feeling of peace and contentment. In the distance the mountains flow down to the sea. I cannot see the waves from my window but I know that they are always there. The waves ebb and flow no matter what people do. The waves take the rocks and make grains of sand out of them. The waves take broken bottles and make smooth pebbles I can hold without cutting my hand.
I spent hours as a child, walking on the beach, watching the waves.
I felt like one of those bottles, broken and cast aside.
I was almost thirty before I began to see that the waves of pain had also made a smooth, shiny pebble out of me. The sharp edges of bitterness had been worn away. The salt water had washed off all the muck and dirt. The imperfections make the glass the pebble that it is. And so it is with me.
What has time and tide made of you?
I spent hours as a child, walking on the beach, watching the waves.
I felt like one of those bottles, broken and cast aside.
I was almost thirty before I began to see that the waves of pain had also made a smooth, shiny pebble out of me. The sharp edges of bitterness had been worn away. The salt water had washed off all the muck and dirt. The imperfections make the glass the pebble that it is. And so it is with me.
What has time and tide made of you?
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