patterns in the sand...
Every day, the sand at the edge of the ocean is arranged and rearranged by the waves and ripples into elaborate patterns. The next day, it can all be wiped smooth as a baby's butt by the receding tide.. Every day, something new..
Just like every day, is a new day.. a new beginning, or just one more day down the path we were on yesterday.. We choose which pretty much every day.. whether to continue, or to wipe the slate clean, and start all over.. Me - I'm pretty happy with today, and a new dawn is just another chance to do it all over again.. a chance to do it just a little bit better, maybe.
patterns in the sand...
Every day, the sand at the edge of the ocean is arranged and rearranged by the waves and ripples into elaborate patterns. The next day, it can all be wiped smooth as a baby's butt by the receding tide.. Every day, something new..
Just like every day, is a new day.. a new beginning, or just one more day down the path we were on yesterday.. We choose which pretty much every day.. whether to continue, or to wipe the slate clean, and start all over.. Me - I'm pretty happy with today, and a new dawn is just another chance to do it all over again.. a chance to do it just a little bit better, maybe.