Every once in a while a huge tide comes along and washes away his castle of dreams. It leaves him shattered and depressed. In a state of confusion he loses all interest in self and in the reasons of his existence. On times like these one could cling on to divinity to be consoled through those dreary moments. But he did not do this because he knew that unlike divinity, the tides are a reality. Over time, he got back to the shores and builds his dreams in sand all over again. This time it may be a new design but the entities still remained the same.
But worse still were the waves; ripples of desperation that crashed on his castles nearly destroying them but not entirely. These waves always left him in a swarm of agony and fear as he lost hope in his virtues. When he was a little boy, in vain he used to express his frustration by crushing down what remained of his castles. The anger did not subdue as he kept crushing others hopes. Out of egotistic desperation he trampled on the little girls garden which had tiny blue flowers as he smeared sand on her teary face.
As he grew older, the wisdom of age reflected on his appreciation of beauty. And now every thing around him, every thing he had, was so beautiful that there was nothing for him to crush or trample. All of them were to him more beautiful than his castle of dreams. And they were so beautiful that it was worth building a castle of dreams around them. Yet there were those times when his selfishness made up for the lack of divinity and ripples of agony crushed his sand castles.
Why does he still build it on the beach where it gets washed away by the tides? Because the sea was beautiful, like his life it was blue and bubbling. It may be dark, dangerous and deep, but the shores are safe and there was solitude in its depth. And that was reason enough for him to keep building those castles of dream at the beautiful sea shore where it may yet again be washed away by the tides or crushed by a white foamy wave.
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