Waves simply are. A natural phenomenon and resulting force of gravitational pull. They are long bodies of water curling into an arched form and breaking on the shore.
Waves, they ebb and flow. A gentle, yet unstoppable force and movement. Intellectually abstract, waves are a metaphor of life.
Am I to learn something from this overpowering, yet beautiful minuet of water? Do I merely sit and watch? Do I take part in the endeavor? Do I simply listen to the sound of its aquatic voice? Do I? Do I.
I am my life, I am grateful for these waves. Its sometimes exhilarating rush that can turn me upside down with laughter. The commanding flow,… there is nothing in its equivalence. Action -> Reaction, Push -> Pull. Balance and equilibrium have their place, everywhere, and they will be known.
The pain and anguish of ebb in life is real. I have felt its drain on my soul, and it just plain hurts. The pain and anguish of ebb in one’s life happens to all, and over time no one escapes its tormenting wrath.
Whatever I can do is all I am able. Everything I can do is for my family and for my friends, always.
Petdad 