There is something to be said for enduring, for passing through the crucibles and getting through the dark parts.

As the dawn begins to slowly wash away the darkness, the roll of the surf shimmers in the morning light. The water above refracts, bending the path of light to obscure more shadow.

You stand there, ankles in the water, wishing life were as easy as watching something push away the darkness for you.

It never happens that way.