I sat down on a bench, overlooking the sea. It was a stormy day, and I was looking upon an angry sea. I watched as the waves crashed against the sea wall, then spilled over onto the promenade, calmly rolling back to become part of the angry sea once again. What was turbulent became calm, then became turbulent once more, before becoming calm again. I thought of how much this resembled life.
Sometimes we feel like we have been swept along by events, like they have their own momentum and we have lost control. As much as we resist the current of life, it pushes us back further, until we feel we are making no progress. Then, the waters become calm once more, and it is easier for us to get to the shore. We can focus on how far we have been pushed back, or we can concentrate on getting to where we want to be.
Recently, I've been struggling against a strong current in my own life, unaware that, given a little time and patience, the strength of the current will decrease, and I should just allow myself to be pushed back. In essence, I was pushed even further back by struggling against it. Now, the storm is passing. Enough of a calm has taken hold for me to realise that I just have to let things be, take the time to repair my damaged vessel, and find my way back to shore. The storm may rage again, but I will at least be back on dry land.