Gazing out over the azure ocean, I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by it’s beauty. But when I looked around I could see littered bottles, bits of junk, and some huge rusty pipes. There was also an abundance of construction going on all around.
I was saddened by some of this, but I began to see it as a metaphor for life.
Overall, I would say life is a beautiful thing. We start out as almost nothing, and become these amazing beings capable of great things.
We feel love, peace, happiness, excitement. We laugh, we play, we sing, we dance, we create, we exude kindness.
But for all the positive emotions there is a plethora of negatives.
Life can be painful and ugly. Sometimes it can be hard to carry on, like we’re being pushed around by powerful ocean waves, tossing us to and fro, making it difficult to get where we need to be.
Just like the pollution of the ocean, we too have toxins in our lives. But the garbage on the beach can be picked up and thrown away. The bottles, once problematic, can be recycled. Bad can become good.
Some things in life can’t be removed. I am unable to make the big rusty pipes budge, but that doesn’t stop me from climbing over them. We adapt to our situations.
The construction, while noisy and ugly, is a catalyst for positive change. It is the process of creating something that will be beneficial, and maybe beautiful. It is progress.
Our lives are constantly undergoing construction, and we are all the better for it.
Change can be good. Change is the way of life. It can be scary. It can hurt. But it keeps things moving. It’s what advances us.
Though there are some pollutants scattered throughout life, they don’t ruin it completely. I sat by the ocean, and despite the few unpleasant things nearby, I wasn’t deterred for one second from fixing my eyes upon the clear blue waters, admiring them. So it is with life.