You ever just stand at the edge, staring into the swell? Those wavefronts, so chaotic, yet in a dance so mesmerizing, they kind of mimic, don't they? Life's ebbs and flows. You say “I’ll ride that one,” but they've glided past before you realize they’d crashed upon the shore. Much like time; no control, just catch the ripples.
Speaking of ripples, why do we seek mazes? Ever tried finishing one? Often, we hit dead ends only to walk back for more twists and turns. But some find solace in the spirals, the repetition. Maybe, just maybe, there's a rhyme buried in the route we trace through invisible paths.
Look around. Find a way through these incomprehensible curls. Or just enjoy where they lead you.
Maybe one day, you’ll share a story of catching a wave or wandering a solvent-less maze. Until then, explore these ripples: Driftwood | Corals