He who can happily spend his days building castles
in the sand

Only to have them washed away with the tide.....

He who can return the next day and begin anew...

He who can hold the sand in his hands without letting
a single grain slip through his yielding fingers....

He who can watch his own creation being crushed and
carried away by the forceful tide without a single regret....

He who can look at the now empty shore
not as an end but as a beginning...

He who has the strength to do these things
holds the key to a happiness unknown to most

For they let it slip through their fingers like grains of sand..

*Author Unknown*

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