i knew the sand castle would be knocked down. I had been waiting for that wave all day, for it to wash away the work we had put together. for the sand to return to its flat state where it allows the ocean to wash over it. to give the day closure, perhaps so no other kid came over and kicked it over, either way i was happy it was mother nature. that way i cant blame anyone.

as time moves on, other moments of destruction build, a time when our achievements and strives in society can all be washed away. we need it, its how we mark time, by breaking things over and over. when we think back our minds pause at our progress and destruction, remembering our strides and our falls, and very little in between. in these moments of then and now opportunities are created, chances for new grass to sprout and the old ones to make way.

in the middle i see both sides. aware that everything can be reasoned away. that we are all products of our surroundings, offspring born into situations we ourselves had little to choose from. we allow the water to destroy our castles not because we choose to but because there are no other ways. in order to grow the mess must be embraced. it must be understood and accepted in order to keep at our effort to build again. until we no longer have the strength or interest to do it any longer.