I remember being very young when I first thought about myself as a beach. In time, I came to understand that during each of our lives, we all are beaches, welcoming wave after wave all over us. More recently, I realized that at the same time, we all are waves ourselves, coming or going on other beaches.
As a beach, I felt different kinds of waves coming through. Some of them were harsh, troubled, stormed waves who left behind deep marks all over my sand… marks that often not even other waves were able to fade away. Some other times, I had waves that were all tenderness and soft enchantment, that refreshed my mind and soul and led the sun beams warm me up twenty four hours a day. Here and there, they would also come some tiny little waves that I barely felt, who were still trying to find their own way, seeking their path, trying in their own shy way every beach they would come across.
As a beach, I also knew that I was not simply… plain. I could tell which parts of me were smooth and soft and where I was so hot one could barely step a foot on. I learnt to find the spots where I was all rocky and hard, graveled and difficult to understand. I found I had some nice shadows due to the palm trees bending over me – along with very dark places where the sun never reached, where I was just sand in some cave built up by the restless yet so patient ocean, wave after wave after wave.
I came to accept me as this endless beach, every now and then totally dried with the lack of water, often wet to my bones after days of tropical rain. I came to understand I could not choose the waves that came my way, nor could I predict any of the consequences they always carried along with them. As time went by, I learnt how to accept them all, eeach and every one of them with their own lesson about life.
Time taught me tranquility and serenity. Now, whenever I, as a beach, look at the endless horizon, I simply know I will be eternal, will always be here no matter what, a slightly different beach each day, but unchanged at deeper levels. And even though waves will keep coming and going I will always be alone… but not lonely.