When the waves approach
only three choices
Ride them
Slip under to let them pass
or
Get pummeled.
Alas
I don’t always know which to choose
until it’s too late
Thirds
Published by Radutti
Teaching in Ha Noi, screwing things up daily but surviving to write about it. ...everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here now, thank you. How are you? View more posts
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Haha, I like that one…I am hopeless at waves too!
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Waves scare me. I would rather stand on the beach and scream…The watchers may have a few choices too. This slice could be about a bigger theme… just thinking.
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Experience has taught you three recognizable options. Maybe that’s the trick, *we* don’t always get to choose.
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Love this! What a strong metaphor for life. I am never sure which option to choose, but I have learned how not to get pummeled as much as I use to.
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Agree with others about this life metaphor. Waves are unavoidable; it’s what we do with them.
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Ah, and then the pummeling comes, doesn’t it? I remember those three choices when I was a child swimming in the Pacific in California. I did like reading it metaphorically too.
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