Sand Castles

When I was little I remember going to the beach and building sand castles. I would go down to the water and get the wet sand. I would fill my bucket up with the sand and make my way back up the hill and dump the sand out. I would use my shovel and build my castle. I would repeat this over and over again until my castle was beautiful I would call to my grandma to look at my castle. I was so proud of my castle. I did it all by myself. I beam with joy and look at all my hard work. I would put my bucket and shovel away and run out into the water. The waves would crash against the shore. As the tide rises, the water creeps closer to my castle, threatening to destroy it. I ride the waves and soak up the warm sun. I look over and see my castle as its crumbling under the power of the waves pounding against the shore. I remember this story and think how my life is like that castle. I work so hard to get it all perfect. I make sure all the details of my “castle” is just right. I make sure the wall around it is big enough or so I think. But all it takes is just one wave of trouble and my life crumbles under the pressure. The pressure of trouble and stress pounding against me. I sit back and watch it happen. I could have gone and changed a few things. I could’ve place the castle farther away from the water though it would only prolong the inevitable of the tide rising and hitting it. I could have built a higher wall around it so no one can enter but me. But in the end no matter what I do, something will always hit my “castle” and cause it to crumble. It is just a matter of time…