The Choice

As I look at the old photographs,

I reminise about the rocky beaches of Mangalore.

The desire to visit again reminded

How intriguing they were to me

How I could look for hours at

The water gleaming in sunlight

And the beautifully highlighted ripples,

The giant waves splashing on the rocks

And receding back, diminishing,

Becoming a part of the sea again

Swaying the gullible sand

But barely affecting the rocks.

I wondered as I reflected back

How those beaches portrayed life!

When the wave of problems hits hard,

How we can choose

To either be the gullible sand

Or the sturdy rock.

This choice is crucial

We can either lose ourselves, our identity

Or stand our ground and face them

We can either run away

Or face them head on!

There's no guarantee you'll win,

But if you're the rock

You'll be sculpted over time

You'll acquire a new shape

A new form, more beautiful

Making you a better version of you.

But as sand, you'll just remain

Plain as you were before.

Fear would make you lose

The most important thing of all

Your identity will never be the same

The choice is yours...

Either leave fear,

Or leave yourself.