The waves
Waves are the story of our lives...
“In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps.”—Proverbs 16:9
I stand at the end of the porch.
"Slam, swish, swish....."
With the horizon behind me, the waves roll in ceaselessly, carrying white foam. The waves come and go, long and short, either ahead or behind.
On a moonlight night, the waves flow silvery and stir my heart. On a hot summer day, it makes me want to jump into the white foam.
The waves carry my dream and flow far beyond the horizon.
It seems like waves are the story of our lives. They come and go without beginning or end...
As soon as we pass one wave or two, more waves come rushing in, crashing down.
Even if it crashes and shatters into pieces, it doesn't care!
On a stormy night , the waves become roaring beasts that bring fear. It's a fear that seems like it will swallow up the world.
But the sea after the storm is calm and peaceful, like a mother's chest. I want to fold my wings of life and rest for a while in that calm embrace.
It is said that the ocean needs to be stirred up by big waves all the way to the bottom. This is a necessity for the creatures in the ocean. And these churning waves create new lives!
It seems that life has waves that each person rides. There are waves that are peaceful and smooth, as if sailing with the soft wind, but there are also waves that are so turbulent, it takes our breath away.
Most people want to live comfortably. I also want my life to be like the whisper of the silvery moon night sea. Life is unpredictable, but at some point, a storm will rush in and shake my life upside down. There are sleepless nights, there are also days of despair when I wish the sun would not rise tomorrow.
I struggle in these difficult moments but find that I can endure it and the sleepless nights eventually pass.
I learn small lessons that allow me to adapt to life. Whether I notice it or not, life truly changes me into the way I need to be. Both happy days and hard nights are precious moments I must endure.
As time passes, the painful nights fill my heart with joy. But it’s the beautiful memories make my heart ache.
I came here riding on the white waves that I saw standing at the end of the porch of my house. These are waves that have been and will be for eternity. I, too, will remain as a part of the eternal waves. Standing at the porch, I look at the beautiful sea again.
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So beautiful
That was beautifully written ❤️