When Sleep Does Not Come Easy

There are those nights when sleep does not come easy, so I find myself seeking out places of solitude as most of my work is filled with huge crowds at some point during the show.  Last night was one of those nights and as I at and watched the water and its constant motion.  Like myriads of people all pushing for a place in line to get the few tickets to a once in a lifetime concert, I watched the wavelets on the waters surface marching forward to the edge of the land.  The tide came in and out and still the army of wavelets kept marching as if they did not care they would never make it into the venue.

I sat and pondered this for some time and alas I realized this is the way of life, we just keep moving until our movement ceases, and when alas we stop moving we are drawn back into the sea and another wavelet takes out place and then the cycle continues.  A cycle that did not come by accident or chance as it is far too defined to be left up to evolution.  But for me in the end it does not matter the why as on those nights I can not sleep I will still seek out those places of solitude.