Ever stood on a beach watching the ebb and flow of the water, as it recedes towards the horizon, and comes rushing back with gusto? I particularly enjoy watching children run back and forth, as if the mighty ocean is a willing participant in their innocent frolicking in the waves.
The ebb and flow of life is really not as naïve, or as playful. In moments of strength we seem invincible and the world becomes our oyster. And then we get into the doldrums, and feel vulnerable and insecure.
The beauty of cycles is that they rarely stay static. When the ebb and flow of life makes you feel out of sorts, remember that the good times will come rushing back, and that the waves of joy will wash away the footprints of despair, that you leave in the sand.
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