The ripples of the waters is as soothing as watching the horizon fade into the setting sun. A driftwood floating with the swaying soft waves. Its buoyancy does not alter its course. It does not float about aimlessly. It has its purpose – to reach the shore.
I am that driftwood that rides along the ebbs of the tide, whether nearing or going farther away from the shore. I go with the flow.
I am that driftwood that remains a fragment of a bigger me, where shattered dreams slow me down to allow myself find another way to dance with the moving wind. I go with the flow.
It is equanimity… where I have done all that I can do at the moment… and let the rest flow where it may. Parts of me may continue drifting away; other parts may choose to stay sunken for they have served their purpose. And some may find my other driftwood pieces and continue rolling with the waves… a force of nature to come together… and be stronger to catch the next wave.
True to that one day, the driftwood will finally reach land, where I may turn to pieces even more, crumbling with the rays of the heat; but will nurture the land it settles in, providing more character and expressions to an otherwise pure whiteness of the coast.
Each driftwood of me is a firm design with the function and intention of creating more value. Shattered and scattered I may be, but I go with the flow for a chance to become a better me.