Bobbing up and down along the shore like you are but a scrap from a once existing structure. Indeed, your existence only matters to entropy, for which you are a prime example.

The water churns and the waves are like wrinkles rising up a forehead. They come rolling in from some unknown source, filled with gusto about greeting their friend, the earth. They pay no heed to your presence.

Just as a superior might give you a choice, and then require a decision, each wave provides you with two options and a deadline to decide: Beneath or below.

Perhaps in one instant you’re feeling resilient. As the wave rolls towards you, you begin to paddle up, hard, and allow the force of the current to pull your body up over the foamy crest, and you ride atop it. A moment of glory comes and goes, as you become detached from the wave, just as a mountaineer is no longer part of the peak he concurs. Your sense of power is shadowed by loneliness.

Perhaps in one instant you’re feeling docile. You long not for glory, but to be apart of something bigger then yourself. So, you dive beneath the approaching force of water. Maybe you can feel it’s crash and its energy becomes your energy. Or maybe you are deep enough that its surge is but the thunder of a far away storm, and you are left drifting through the quiet ocean.

Whatever you decide, you’ll always end up in the same place- floating before a wave that demands a decision.

So what value does the choice hold?