..Leaning on Sharp Points..

The harsh waves come one after the other as we neared the shore of a nearby island in Calaguas. It was mid day and the sunblock I applied before we left the "safe harbor", I reckoned, is not serving its purpose since my arms resembled a lot like zebra, the obvious partition of white and dark areas. But since I was persuaded that the nearby island is different from the rest of the Island's parts, we braved the waves, like our boat is passing the humps of the road.

My mind, as morbid as it can get, is back on its habit of predicting the world of what if's. What if the waves will turn our boat upside down? All my gadgets will dissolve in the heart of Calaguas. Passport included. My body included. And mom will never be able to see her cute (positive prediction) grandchildren from me.

We arrived safely (I whispered all the saint's names, for heaven's sake) to the mystical place where coconut trees are lined up in a manner that exudes a welcoming embrace, giving a sense of security that all is well. The contrast of pristine sand and gray stones are breathtaking I admit I'm incapable of putting it on my canvas. I noticed that the stones there are more finer, rounded, and smooth while the stones from where we left are more sharper, more edgy, and rougher you have to be extra careful not to cut your sole.

I sat for a moment on one of the fine stones, oblivious to the waves that incessantly slamming the stones. I rubbed my eyes so as not to missed any single chance of being enchanted by the moment. And as the sun kept flaunting its radiance, it made clear to me why the stone I'm sitting on is smoother.
Because the waves there are unforgiving. Harsher. Fiercer. 

In life, every "harsh wave" comes with a purpose. We will never understand the vernacular of Trust unless we came to a point of being lied to: willingly, consciously, and artistically crafted by people you have high hopes to do it the very least. It's harsh. It's fierce. It's like being taken away to the sea, only to be slammed back to the shore.
Imagine how it hurts. Imagine how it cut through.

But imagine, too, if it doesn't hurt. And it doesn't cut through.
Will you be smoother? Or rounder? Or finer?

God knows we'll be hurt. He knows we'll cry tears-buckets of it. He knows we'll be scorched to bits. And it's not a surprise to Him.
Because the finest stones went through the most harsh waves.
Because the people who have "most" in life has undergone "the most" in life too.

Is life so unfair? Lean on the part that hurts the most. Lean on the point that is the sharpest. Lean on the waves that are the harshest.

He makes a finer man out of rough edges.

"The stone of which the builders rejected has become a cornerstone".-Psalm118:22

Goodnight.