Waves of life crash against you.

Sometimes threatening a slow drowning.

Waiting for tiredness to take its toll.

Other times trying to just drag under.

A place that brings swift death.

Shredding with sharp rocks that are always present even when the tide is out.

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The waves cannot be warded off or stopped.

No prayer or ritual will protect.

They are as real as the soft sand underfoot.

Aspect of nature that remains intransmutable.

People may try and even think they succeed as the water pulls back.

Coincidence dictates that the cycle will only return.

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The waves cannot be stopped but your own nature can.

Knowing what hardness one has to be is the real trick.

Able to withstand the force at any given moment.

Tireless change that one has to learn or else drown.

Quick adaptation.

Taught to some and learned the hard way by others.

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Some waves have to be withstood like a wall.

Unmoving and hard as nails.

Allowing the water to crash against until no longer a threat.

Water pressure that can be countered.

A danger able to outlast.

Able to stand strong until the end.

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Other times, you have to sway with the tide.

A push and pull that could break the mighty.

A fight treated like a cooperation.

Little effort needed when moving with instead of against.

Often lasting far longer than other waves.

Endurance test of flexibility.

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The final kind of wave you simply need to float with.

A stillness that you have to match.

A rising of water where the bottom is unreachable.

The time it lasts is variable and that is the worst part.

By the end wishing that it was any other type of wave.

A swell of inaction.

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When the water pulls back you have to find your feet again.

Stop waiting for the next wave.

Forget it without losing the lesson from it.

For the next wave could happen immediately or never.

There is nothing more horrible than being just left standing on the beach in place.

For if you you go and look around, you will find the seashells.