As a shell gets washed ashore after its time in the sea has come and gone, so too will you and I wash ashore when our time to be called home from the sea has come to go where we truly belong.
We won’t be there to see it, but the fragments of our lives, our stories, they are the foundation on which life rebuilds itself. From the remnants of what we leave behind, that is what allows life to continue on in a joyful way.
Go for a walk on the beach and you will find bits and pieces of millions, perhaps billions, of lives that once were held captive by their own shells. Yet now they are free; they are not beholden to any change in the current, nor are they subject to danger. No, their life purpose now is to inspire us, and to remind us, to keep moving forward.
We build our homes atop the land that they left behind. And we often forget the joy that comes with finding a shell getting tossed in the waves as we pass by. Though without one leaving their shell behind, we would never have that joy that is so hard to find.