Vol. 2 Ch. 5 P. 4

sandcastles, sand, beach, life

Don’t ask me why I still bother to build sandcastles on the shore
when I know they can be swept away at any time.
It’s like asking me why I still bother to live my life
when I know I can die at any moment.
But even if you do ask me either question, I have only one answer:
“Just before the tide comes in,
I’ll know that I’ve done something that makes me proud and happy.”

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18 thoughts on “Vol. 2 Ch. 5 P. 4

  1. Now that I think about it, sandcastles won’t be so special if there aren’t tides to wash it away. Just like life. It won’t be worth living if it’s forever.. 🙂

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  3. Synchronicity! Earlier today I was thinking of sandcastles being flattened by the incoming tide, and all that “wasted” effort, which is what my post today is about. (Not about sandcastles, but about nothing ever being lost…) I always love your posts!

  4. I suspect the sandcastle in this photo was made by someone that plays with dolls, why else would if have a staircase? They probably don’t mind losing the sandcastle, so long as the doll is not swept away with it.

    • I did play with dolls when I was a child, ehpem. 🙂 And I don’t mind losing the sandcastles I made because I know I can always make another one…as long as the tide allows me to have enough time to build one. – A. 😉

  5. I just love this one!

    All we can do is our best and that’s good enough. :):)

    Christine

    PS This has made me want to get a bucket and spade and head for the beach!! 🙂

    Christine

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