Life Tides

          Hurtful words.  Ammunition that can never be taken back; bullets that hurt and maim the heart and soul as surely as real ones rip through flesh.  Is the line between love and hate that thin?  How can an emotion such as anger obliterate that line to the extent that love ceases to have a say?  How many times can you crush love before it's unable to get back up and bring peace to the chaos that is anger?  It must be different for each person, just as the degree and intensity changes with each difficult encounter, so must one's ability to cope.
            We all have baggage and we all get angry from time to time, but why is it that we lash out at the ones that love us the most?  Why do we aim for the heart of the one person that stands when you stand?  Is it that we feel we don't deserve to be loved?  Can you stand on a beach, or a mountaintop and not realize we are but a blip in time and space?  Our time here is a blink of an eye in the scheme of things, wouldn't we all be better off it we could spend it in comfort, at the very least, if not sharing love?  Don't we all deserve that kind of respect for each other?
             A lot of questions, I believe there is no pat answer, that each of us has our own path to walk, and if we're fortunate enough to walk arm and arm with a friend, well, all the better for both.  Once in a while we are lucky enough to find a friend that will stay with us, despite our efforts to push them away.  Treasure that, know how special that gift is, love each other as fiercely as you can, for there are those that would tear it asunder; anger, grief, apathy and hate, just to name a few. 
            Hold on to your gifts, dreams and hopes, without them we are but an empty shell at the mercy of the tides of life.  They don't have to be huge, it's not a matter of degree, but of belief.  Every grain of sand hopes to be caught up in the swirl of the surf, every movement an adventure.  Ride the waves with me, let us share the rest of our time here linked by love.