A thought about the ocean.
About how it meets the sand on the shore-
how they blend into each other- sand into sea and sea into sand…
How each wave blurs the outline of the coast even more as the water hits the shingles.
These seashores- the meeting point of the ever dominating waters of the sea and the subservient land -are just like the human concept of right and wrong. The overlapping nature of these waves and sand remind me that life is not in the blacks and whites, it is in the greys. What is right and what is wrong is a relative term, a matter of perspectives. The turbulence the shingles face due to this is pretty much the representation of the turmoil one’s mind might go through in this battle of Right and Wrong. There is a whole ocean of things that could be considered wrong, unethical or unjust. But those things have definitely been categorised as “wrong” by us and are not our concern. What creates turbulence in our minds is the thing that hangs in between- between what is black and what is white, between the sea and sand, between right and wrong.
The Quill 