angry ocean

The past two mornings, I've been running on the beach..the fog has been thick and the fog horns have been blowing. I have been meditating on the fact that life is like the ocean.

Today and yesterday, the ocean has been angry...crashing..invisible, and scary...completely unpredictable expecially because the fog makes the ocean and it's mood unreadable until the angry, loud, whipping waves crash up on shore. It's a total shore break so until it pounds onto the sand, the ocean seems put together and in a good place.

The ocean reminds me of my life...wild, unpredictable, beyond grasp, but good. It puts things into perspective for me. Somtimes life involves alot of "the ocean" tossing a person around....and literally all you can give youself credit for is staying afloat. There is so much turmoil in life...too much suffering and too much pain. But is it too much if it shapes us into who we are?