The Way of the Waves

Its just a wave but can have such varying impact on the person standing on the shore. At times, it is slow and genial, coming and hitting the shore, in the process creating its own rhythm, which is so calming. One just feels like standing there and immersing one's self in the natural symphony and the spectacle that is created. Where ever eyes can see, out of seemingly still expanse erupt these white wonders and in a cosmic dance wash the shore.

At other times, they will be fast, furious and roaring, ready to devour everything that comes in the path. Not to be held back by any dykes or barriers. Scaring the wits out of the strongest.

These waves so much mirror the feelings and actions of humans. But unlike humans, they have been there, forever, so its tough to decide whether they act like humans or we humans act like them.

But one thing that needs to be appreciated is, whatever be the color of the sea, whatever is the state of the sea, whatever is the mood of the wave, the surf is always white. So, extending the argument of similarity of behavior, we can say that all men are essentially the same; it's other things that makes them what they are at a particular instance of time.

Probably, that's why all philosophical texts point to only one direction for salvation. They all point to the way of self-exploration, as a way of conquering impulsive expressions.