I sifted the sand through my hands, watching as the sand fell through.
I grabbed another scoopful and juggled it between both my hands, watching as it fell in smaller and smaller groups.
It seemed familiar in a way.
The way that the bigger parts seemed to be just dead weight and fell immediately away. The rest of it weeded itself out until it was left what was first in the center.
That's when I realized,
it was just like life.
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
