Sand

I've just been for a walk on my beach. In a shop window I saw a sign that said SHINE LIKE A JEWEL STAND LIKE A ROCK 

And it got me to thinking what the crumbling helpless sand beneath my feet used to be. It didn't make me fearful or sad and it didn't make me feel worthless. Because these rocks that once stood tall against the elements were ground by nature into sand. 

But still, no matter how small they were, every grain which was once a mountain added to the beauty of the seashore. 

And so I stood, a grain of sand swept by the sea and blown by the wind - but a part of the great scheme of things nonetheless. And all of us grains of sand are made of the same stuff as the sea - atoms which will exist forever no matter how much they are ground.