Hot sun. Salty air. Rhythmic
waves
A little boy is on his knees
scooping and packing the sand with plastic shovels into a bright blue bucket.
Then he upends the bucket on the surface and lifts it. And, to the delight of
the little architect, a castle tower is created. All afternoon he will work.
Spooning out the moat. Packing the walls. Bottle tops will be sentries. Popsicle
sticks will be bridges. A sandcastle will be built.
Big city. Busy streets. Rumbling
traffic.
A man is in his office. At his
desk he shuffles papers into stacks and delegates assignments. He cradles the
phone on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with his fingers. Numbers are
juggled and contracts are signed and much to the delight of the man, a profit
is made.
All his life he will work.
Formulating the plans. Forecasting the future. Annuities will be sentries.
Capital gains will be bridges. An empire will be built.
Two builders of two castles. They
have much in common. They shape granules into grandeurs. They see nothing and
make something. They are diligent and determined. And for both the tide will
rise and the end will come.
Yet that is where the
similarities cease. For the boy sees the end while the man ignores it. Watch
the boy as the dusk approaches.
As the waves near, the wise child
jumps to his feet and begins to clap. There is no sorrow. No fear. No regret.
He knew this would happen. He is not surprised. And when the great breaker
crashes into his castle and his masterpiece is sucked into the sea, he smiles.
He smiles, picks up his tools, takes his father’s hand, and goes home.
The grownup, however, is not so
wise. As the waves of years collapse on his castle he is terrified. He hovers
over the sandy monument to protect it. He blocks the waves from the walls he
has made. Salt-water soaked and shivering he snarls at the incoming tide.
“It’s my castle,” he defies.
The ocean need not respond. Both
know to whom the sand belongs…
I don’t know much about
sandcastles. But children do. Watch them and learn. Go ahead and build, but
build with a child’s heart. When the sun sets and the tides take – applaud.
Salute the process of life and go home.
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