We spent a lovely Sunday morning at the beach. The weather was just right. Not rainy. Lots of clouds. Nice and breezy. High tide. Perfect setting for some introspection. We dug holes, looked for sea shells, ran into the water and brought some back in a pail, made a castle, broke it, made it again, covered our feet with sand, watched airplanes, watched people play cricket, watched kids frolic with the waves, followed an insect till it disappeared in the sand, and thoroughly enjoyed ourselves till it was finally time to drag ourselves home!

What's this got to do with life lessons, you ask? Well... here's how I put the whole sea shells experience into a different perspective.

We go through different stages in our lives... when we're young we're combing the beach for sea shells, frantically looking for opportunities, filling our kitty with whatever we can find. As time goes on, you get a little picky and choosy, you have the freedom to pick only the best. Soon you're be walking along with a bag full of sea shells, satisfied with what you've collected, a child skipping along by your side. He stops, tugs at your shirt and points at a few shells..."Mom, look there's a good one!", you pick some, you kick some. You enjoy the breeze though your hair, watch the kids beaming with the joy of having had a great morning, and with a sigh of satisfaction and a smile of achievement, you go home!


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