Change is like the Ocean

It crashes up against the grains of life, picking them up and tumbling them around, shaping the shores of our stories. Sometimes we are on the beach, letting the water sweep over us as the sun makes us sparkle as it sets. Sometimes we are the unfortunate specs that get tossed into the stagnant depths, where it is dark and cold, and the only movement we see is the slight swaying of the seaweeds.