Waves

We are the surfer, watching, waiting. The waves keep coming. We can see them, feel them, ride them if we're lucky and skilful. Each wave passes. We may never ride one. We may ride many. They may be small. They may be big. Each one is a potential thrill, or a disappointment. Just because you surfed the last one well, you may never surf another, certainly never the same one again. Whether you are there or not, the waves keep coming.

Don't look for your turn. There is no fairness or certainty. The waves come from something bigger than you. Enjoy if you are one of the lucky ones, as I have been. And I am sitting on my board, wondering if I will ever catch another.