Quietly, and contently, I watched my daughter play, listening to her laugh, and shake my head at the thought and sight of the mess she's making of herself, playing in the sand.
I watched, as she'd plunge her hands, as deep as she could get them, in the sand, slowly and carefully inspecting the way she brought it to the surface; open handedly, trusting and careful. Though, the second her excitement got the best of her, she clenched her fist, watching the sand seap thru the spaces between her fingers.
It dawned on me, how such a small senario as such, related to so many things in life. At the same time, it amazed me, at how such an overwhelming concept came from child's play, and the innocence in it.
Relationships. Relationships of any, are like the sand, captured in my daughter's dainty hands. When its held gently, loosely, and with an open hand, the sand remains in place. When the excitement of life shatters the control, and the hands start to close, the tighter the grip, the harder its squeezed, the more that is lost; trickling thru her fingers, just like that sand. Some may have still remained, but most of it is lost.
Holding something cherished, with respect, freedom and trust for it will more likely keep it all intact. Holding it too tightly, too possessively, too controlling will cause it to wilt, slip away, until its completely gone.
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