On a quiet sunday all those university lectures in existentialism filled my head and flowed out onto the page
A million grains of sand on a beach, Ebb & flow with the tides
Like thoughts come & go in one’s mind
Is a thought fleeting
Does it wash away like sand as new thoughts swirl in with the next tide
When does a thought change to what we remember.
A mind is like the sand on a beach, Waves move and change the grains
Like thoughts flowing in and out of consciousness
How does one thought become more relevant
In a million ideas can we find one grain of truth
Or are they all equally irrelevant.
Sand taken from a beach loses its purpose
Like an idea which fails to manifest itself in reality
Can single grains exist in isolation
Or does thought like a beach need the co-existence
Of many to create truth.
We are all our thoughts, ideas, and dreams
Our minds like a beach withstand the tides
But rather than fight the ebb and flow
And struggle to standstill
Should we not embrace the movement.
For therein lies our originality,