Pause ...
Remember ...

Imagine all the shells we've left behind
On the sands of all the beaches we have combed.

Why?

Could it be that we pass them by
Because they remind us of ourselves?

There comes a time in each of our lives
When we realize that we have
Our own faults,
Our own flaws

Some people reject us because of these flaws;
Other people love us in spite of them

Unrelentless time washes over and around us
Like the ocean,
Bubbling over the self-shells.

Subconsciously we collect
The shells most nearly perfect -
Representations of our hopes,
Our dreams,
Our aspirations.

Rarely reached,
Rarely discovered,
Rarely realized.

Pause ...
Ponder ...
Remember ...