Crumble

My world is a perfect white castle glistening on the beach. From my window everything is beautiful. Every sunrise and sunset is prestine. There in nothing flawed in my castle. Everything has its place and is content to stay there. Life is simple. Life is secure.

One day my castle rumbled. It began to totter and shake. It was that day that I realized my castle is sand and this fantasy of perfection can no longer remain. Every wave batters a little more at my foundation. I wonder, will a day come that I will be swept out to sea? How long will my fortress take this battering until nothing is left but a pile of mud? Life once so simple and so sweetly innocent has turned and transformed into something altogether new. Do I choose to see it as disaster? Suprisingly no. I see it as adventure. I am liberted from the bonds of perfection into a world where all things are possible. Let this castle of sand crumble into dust. There is an adventure waiting to be had.