Every day
We find our rhythm
In much the same routine.
Sometimes
We meet different people
That color our lives
With dignity and love,
And leave a lasting impression.
These instances are rare.
Usually,
We go round in circles,
Making our indentation
In life, the world and time.
Like a beautiful sea shell
We become a treasure
Through our experiences,
Our relationships,
And our gifts.
(Magpie Tales,
Mag 69)
Stumbling along the sidewalk 
We do feel comfortable in our little ruts, and hopefully, they are beautiful.
Well, I hope so. With an eternal perspective that understands us inside and out, one would see that we are beautiful. But believe me, I also understand that we cannot be blamed for being quite cynical about it all occassionally. 🙂
That was wonderful I love the line “We become a treasure”:
Have a great week. 🙂 E
Thank you. I’m glad you like that line. I thought about it later and had second thoughts, since a treasure can also be something stolen. But that’s not how I meant it. Just something wonderful. Thanks again.
A touching equation solved and resolved nicely.
Thank you for your kind words. I appreciate the compliments. I’m glad you found it touching, too.
Love the metaphor here!
Thanks, Laurie. That was my main goal. Interesting reading life as a seashell!
Going in circles, I thought this was going to be in a minor key. Nice to see the ‘treasures’ Cheers.
insightful.
lovely take.
growth is visible via life span.
smart magpie tale.
keep it up.
🙂
Thank you for both. I appreciate the compliments.
So true I am in a rut right now
well, rut’s aren’t so bad. at least you have stability. that’s something to be thankful for. but I understand that a rut can seem to hold us back. I’m not one for growth upon growth, though. I’m just glad to have no drama. I guess it just depends on your perspective. 🙂