Walking along the shore, notice the seashells each wave gifted the sand. Most of our admiration goes to the ones that are unbroken, the ones with unique coloring, the ones, so big, they cover the entire palm of our hand. We gather some of these admired ones and decorate our lives with them.
But what if we took the time to pick the broken ones? What if we studied their jagged edges and asked them where their journey has taken them? What if we picked the dull colors and polished them clean to expose their radiance? What if we chose the tiniest shell and looked for the universe in their minuteness?
Just like shells, the people we meet every day, we often do not see. We notice their exterior and choose the ones who appeal to us. Meanwhile, the ones who seem broken, or ordinary, are assumed to be unable to add to our lives.
If we looked past what appears to us, we may see, we are the ocean. There is much more to each one of us than our jagged edges, our vibrant colors, and the way we fit into each other’s hands.