Making Sandcastles

[Akaal Purakh Di Fauj]

WAHEGURU JI KA KHALSA WAHEGURU JI KI FATEH

Hot sun. Salty air. Rhythmic waves.

A little boy is on his knees scooping and packing the sand with plastic shovels into a bright blue bucket. Then he upends the bucket on the surface and lifts it. And, to the delight of the little architect, a castle tower is created.

All afternoon he will work. Spooning out the moat. Packing the walls. Bottle tops will be sentries. Popsicle sticks will be bridges. A sandcastle will be built.

Big city. Busy streets. Rumbling traffic.

A man is in his office. At his desk he shuffles papers into stacks and delegates assignments. He cradles the phone on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with his fingers. Numbers are juggled and contracts are signed and much to the delight of the man, a profit is made.

All his life he will work. Formulating the plans. Forecasting the future. Annuities will be sentries. Capital gains will be bridges. An empire will be built.

Two builders of two castles. They have much in common. They shape granules into grandeurs. They see nothing and make something. They are diligent and determined. And for both the tide will rise and the end will come.

Yet that is where the similarities cease. For the boy sees the end while the man ignores it. Watch the boy as the dusk approaches.

As the waves near, the wise child jumps to his feet and begins to clap. There is no sorrow. No fear. No regret. He knew this would happen. He is not surprised. And when the great breaker crashes into his castle and his masterpiece is sucked into the sea, he smiles. He smiles, picks up his tools, takes his father's hand, and goes home.

The grownup, however, is not so wise. As the wave of years collapses on his castle he is terrified. He hovers over the sandy monument to protect it. He blocks the waves from the walls he has made. Salt-water soaked and shivering he snarls at the incoming tide.

"It's my castle," he defies.

The ocean need not respond. Both know to whom the sand belongs...

Its strange when we are children we seem to know more about life than when we get older....all of you reading this are building castles and no doubt you should go and build!!! But one thing we all need to remember is that we should build with a child's heart. So that when the sun sets on your castle and the tides takes it.....Smile....salute the process of LIFE and go on home. The castle was never really yours to keep

WAHEGURU JI KA KHALSA WAHEGURU JI KI FATEH

[Balait_da_Sher]

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[Preet82]

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Good Stuff !

[GuruManeyoGranth]

Waheguroo

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[rKr]

So amazingly true paaji.

Thank you.

Dhan Vaheguru Jee.

[japmans]

wow......that rocks.

[kaur_khalistani_lioness]

waheguru ji ka khalsa waheguru ji ki fateh

rajinder veer ji howcome u stopped postin these types of posts? i miss them on this forum. have to go to sikhphilophy to read um (lazy)

[Akaali]

VAHEGURUUUUU

[Guest Papi]

o wow

[chandanjit kaur]

waheguru...thank you soo much for sharing...i'll remember that wahegurooo