life, it's like...............

the ocean. Ever changing but constantly the same. The tide, the wind, the waves forever against the beach, Such is life, or my life at least. It ebbs and rises, crashes only to wash away the dirt and rock and then, on those rare days, it lays calm and flat, like glass,

I relate to the water. The consistency of change, forever moving but always there. I once for many many years felt like roaring rapids, raging against anything in their way. Then it was like a giant waterfall, falling off the cliff to hit the rocks below. Now, now it feels like a lake. A tranquil, peaceful lake.

Though this can be dangerous. Without movement and change water becomes stale, stagnant and eventually turns into a swamp,