AtlasPoetry
Life is really just like an immaculate beach: apparently perfect and immobile but actually constantly changing, subject of the violence of the tides, it can withstand raging, salty waves as well as dry times, it holds the marks of people walking alongside of it, it collects the remains that the sea brings ashore everyday.
It's during high tide that the violent waves will smash against the unaware sand, erasing every memory, covering every sign of human intervention with their salty wetness; but as the low tide approaches you will be able to spot all the new debris that the water brought with her, slowly building up more and more land.
Much like existence in some way: there will be times that will apparently wipe out all the progress we made but trust me, as much as nature destroys it never fails to leave room for rebirth and rebuilding.
So, see you at low tide.