The waves

Life is not a straight line.

It is a shoreline.

You stand still,
and something always moves toward you.

A wave of joy.
A wave of loss.
A wave of clarity.
A wave of doubt.

None of them stay.

Look at the ocean.

It doesn’t apologize for its rhythm.
It rises.
It crashes.
It pulls back.

And then it returns again.

We often think stability means stillness.

But still water does not shape the sand.

Movement does.

Your life is not defined by one wave.

Not the highest one.
Not the heaviest one.

It is defined by the collection.

The times you leaned forward.
The times you were pulled back.
The moments you felt light.
The moments you felt overwhelmed.

Every wave leaves a trace.

And over time,
those traces shape who you become.

The swing in this image moves with the sea.

Not against it.

That is the lesson.

You don’t stop the waves.
You learn their rhythm.

Because life is not about avoiding the tide.

It is about trusting
that after every retreat,
another wave is already on its way.