Just as the landscape of a beach is constantly changing with the ebb and flow of the ceaseless tides and storms we must be constantly changing and adapting to whatever environment we find ourselves stumbling into. Our personal style is always developing into something either more refined or more laid-back, depending on our living situation and location. our interests and hobbies develop and morph or disappear altogether. Even the way we must speak and act, our mannerisms and demeanor, shift and drift as we find ourselves among varying company, are influenced to change from the outside in (and sometimes the inside out), and are effected by society, motivated to pursue and fulfill our aspirations; the same way layer upon layer of sand and pebbles and shells on a shore evolves and is added upon over time. They say "the only thing constant is change," and so it is. My life has been, and always will remain a never-ending ebb and flow of adventure; We must also be adaptable and comfortable with the change we often see in ourselves and others as time goes by, and with every new experience leave room for our minds to be further opened up to the world around us, to view it in a different way, to accept it in a different way, to accept ourselves in a different way; to accept that all things change, nothing ever remains the same.
Life is akin to a storybook . . .
Just as plots and subplots, characters and settings develop, thicken, and intertwine themselves with each other, only to leave us hanging all too often in bewilderment and disbelief, so life brings with it unexpected twists and turns, ups and downs. It weaves intricate story lines strewn across once-clean, crisp pages, wraps us up in them, shakes us around, and wrings us out onto our living room floor, gasping for breath and blinking our eyes desperately to ease the dryness of straining to race across the words of the unforgiving manuscript. Certain characters drop in for a spell and disappear after a chapter or two. Others walk into our story and remain with us 'til the book is through. Some chapters drag on agonizingly slowly. Others burst with nonstop action and excitement, bringing climaxes and conclusion, and with it much-needed closure. Secrets are guarded and unveiled. Mysteries evolve and are solved. Drama taints otherwise orderly pages of peaceful respite. Emotions run rampant. Internal struggles ravage and challenge the capacity of our mental strength. Just as a storybook, life fascinates us and disturbs us, uplifts us and tears us apart. Just as a very good story, life holds us forever captive to its pages. The only difference is, we are the writers of our life's story. Only our hands hold the pen that will lay out the foundation of time and determine our ultimate fate.
Life is akin to a road . . .
Just as twists and turns, uphill and downhill slopes, u-turns, dead ends and forks carry us along an endless path of decision and indecisiveness, so life takes us on a journey to the farthest of far-away lands, across a vast expanse of adventure, time and space. Storms, at times, harry our way. Traffic disrupts and muddles our direction. Sometimes we lose our way and finding it again only to be taken on a detour through God-knows-what. We will ever so often attempt the promised ease of a shortcut, though in life the ones that truly end up being so are few and far between. Scenery is sometimes magnificent; other times, desolate and dreary. We cannot see around the next bend, of which there are often many. We must be prepared for whatever situation we find ourselves in, though this is not always possible. All we can do is take it as it comes; expect the unexpected. The road gets steep at times. The climb becomes taxing and treacherous.The top cannot be reached without much faithful determination and willpower of an inhuman strength. Once in awhile it will slope easily downhill. We will glide along with ease, free of hassle and concern. And sometimes we are so fortunate as to come upon an arbor of rest, where we gratefully break from our journey and regain strength to continue. The going is smooth in some spots; rocky in others. Our feet become blistered and bruised. Danger will cross our paths and demand of us courage and strength. But through it all we must continue to journey ever on, choosing carefully the paths we tread, picking our battles wisely, prepared, persevering, and filled with the courage necessary to take on with strength and grace the adventures we are sure to face
. . . because in the end, life is really nothing but one big adventure.