I arise and begin a leisurely walk along the golden sands and admire the seashells strewn on the beach. Not too little, not too many, but they decorate the beach just nicely like those glow-in-the-dark stars stuck on your ceiling at night. There are however, things we never notice. Things that never cry out to be seen. Or things that are seen all to often, that they become a part of the scenery. Things that are never appreciated. Things like the little grains of salt which blend in with the sand. We never notice them, but without them the beach would never glitter so brilliantly under the blazing sun.
I come to rest once again and place my feet where the tide meets the shore. Waves of water, cold to the touch but soothing to the soul engulf my feet at regular intervals. Totally at peace, my head rests against the sandy shore, and I thank, I just thank God for the little ways he touches our lives and the little miracles he grants us, whether we see them or not. And I pray, I just pray to Mr. Moon, not to move from where he is, for when he leaves, he ushers out the tide, and the tide washes away the sand on the shore, the sands which I love so dearly. Impossible as I knew it was, I prayed anyway in desperation to bottle the rising surge of loneliness building up within.
Time passes and I stare, I just stare at the night sky and drowsiness assails my eyes. Resigned, I allow it to take me away, away to that abyss which I know so well. But I ask of it only one thing, that it may grant me the courage to face the dawn of the new day, for the sands I see tomorrow are not the sands of yesterday, and the sky tomorrow, is not the sky of yesterday. And so, I sleep, and I pray. I sleep, and I pray, and I say "Without a doubt, today was the best day of my life."
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