Grasping on grains of sand, clutching ever so tightly, watching all the grains slip away;
Like the rushing tides, impatiently beating on the rocks and boulders, but ending at absolutely nowhere, neither moving the obstacles nor achieving anything;
Somewhat feels like an eternal black hole where everything is dark and dreary.
Even the ever pliant bamboo has its breaking point at some time or another.
But I still hope that this bamboo will continue to hold on and not succumb to the harsh winds that life is blowing at it.
Patience and perseverance will eventually pave the way for these rushing tides.
Like the rushing tides, impatiently beating on the rocks and boulders, but ending at absolutely nowhere, neither moving the obstacles nor achieving anything;
Somewhat feels like an eternal black hole where everything is dark and dreary.
Even the ever pliant bamboo has its breaking point at some time or another.
But I still hope that this bamboo will continue to hold on and not succumb to the harsh winds that life is blowing at it.
Patience and perseverance will eventually pave the way for these rushing tides.
