The Tide



The scene reminds me of the poem I read years ago.



"The Tide"

(by Anonymous)

The tide recedes, but leaves behind
bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down, but gentle warmth
still lingers on the land.
The music stops, yet echoes on
in sweet, soulful refrains.
For every joy that passes,
something beautiful remains.

Behind every dark is a light.

I always fail to remember how inspiring this line is. I  tend to detest life's darkest side only to realized at the end that life could never be good without passing through those points. If it wasn't because of the pain I felt yesterday, I could not be the person I am today. If I haven't run away, I'll never be in such a wondrous place where acceptance of who I am exists.  Most of all, I'll never meet the person who made this journey worthwhile.


Life has a lot to offer if we can wait and if we can open not just our eyes but also our heart so we can appreciate what is beyond us.