The sands of time move in and out with the tide, to revisit other shores, some over and over again, perpetuating lessons, rebuilding sandcastles, and bringing messages, like the whispering ocean voice carrying secrets from seashells, the notes written in ancient languages in glass containers for translation.
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The sands of time wash in and out, the drag pulls the shoreline out from under our feet. And there we are in the swim of it all again...surfing, dumped, yet we get back up again, and again. Our choice. This freedom.
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How can we bring forth such unfounded notions of lack of equality when society willingly endorses mediocrity, entitlements and perpetuated stereotypes. No one is responsible for your success but yourself. You have one Life to live. You can either leave footsteps in the sands of time or otherwise..
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