Waves crashing onto the shore have a dual purpose. 
Or maybe multiple purposes.
Mostly waves rush to shore to deposit unwanted objects.
Other times it creates a rhythmic melody that brings calm and inspiration.
Many times it creates a romantic backdrop for lovers to appreciate and celebrate their affections while creating precious memories.
That is but some of the beauty waves have to offer.
But waves are also unpredictable, moody, violent and even destructive.
In stormy weather waves can
slam a ship to shards,
hack homes into hellish heaps and
melt memories into molten mayhem.
It can wash away a life in am instant and disable another in a flash.
All this while merrily carrying out its designated task. Rolling and swaying too and fro.
And so does life also occur. Just like the waves.
Sometimes friendly and pleasant. Bringing smiles to faces and memories to keep.
Other times life is stormy, destructive and painful.
Leaving deep painful gashes and splintered fractures on your soul, healing into lasting scars as reminders of the pain, sorrow and hurt once endured.
And just like old fractures who come to haunt you painfully in winter or amputated limbs with its phantom pains, the old hurt comes to haunt you when you least expect it and even less can afford it. Bringing with it feelings of regret, guilt, frustration and anger.
Turning your soul into an angry sea filled with violently self-destructive waves.
And just like the sea, as long as the stormy weather persists, the waves will roll and ravish all in its way until the storm subsides and the waves tires.
And if you are lucky, minimal damage would have been done to the shore. Damage that can be repaired with hopefully minimal lasting effects.
And so is cycle of the sea of life.
One minute calm and beautiful
and rough and raging the next…
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