Life, like the ocean, is a master of rhythm. It flows, it ebbs, it crashes against us when we least expect it. And happiness? It rides those waves, coming and going, leaving traces of salt and sun on our souls. While we may long to anchor ourselves in constant joy, the truth is that the fleeting nature of happiness is what makes it so precious.
Happiness comes in waves, but isn't that the point? A still sea may look serene, but it lacks the movement that shapes and strengthens us. Each crest of joy lifts us up, gives us a glimpse of the horizon, and reminds us of life's strange And sometimes terrible beauty. But when the tide retreats, leaving us standing on damp sand, that's when the lessons roll in like seashells at our feet.
The key is to savor every splash. When life washes you with joy—whether it's a spontaneous laugh with a friend or the quiet satisfaction of a finished quilt—let it soak into your skin. These moments are as fleeting as footprints in the sand, destined to fade but leaving an imprint on our hearts.
And when the waves of happiness recede, it's okay to feel a little adrift. Remember, even the lowest tide reveals treasures: pearls of wisdom, resilience polished like sea glass, and a deeper understanding of what matters most. The troughs of life prepare us to appreciate the peaks, teaching us that no storm is endless, no calm is forever, and no wave lasts unchanged.
As with all things, happiness must come to its natural conclusion. This isn't a flaw of life—it's the art of it. The fleetingness of joy reminds us to live fully in the present, to embrace the highs without clinging too tightly, and to let the lows wash over us with grace.
So, next time happiness swells like a perfect wave, ride it with abandon. Throw your arms wide, feel the spray on your face, and shout into the wind. And when the waters calm again, remember: the sea is never truly still. Another wave is forming, just beyond the horizon.
Life is a tide, not a trap. The waves will come and go, but as long as you stay open to the experience, you'll find the beauty in every ebb and flow.
After all, isn't it the waves that shape the shore?