Sandcastle

haha.. sometimes life is like this :

A little boy is on his knees scooping and packing sand into a bright blue bucket. Then he overturns the bucket on the surface of the beach and lifts it. To his delight a small castle tower is created.
All afternoon he works, scooping out the moat, buiding the walls. Adding bottles, leaves and ice-cream sticks to make bridges and corridors.
At the same time, a man is in his office. At his desk he shuffles papers into stacks and delegates assignments. He cradles the phone on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with his fingers. Contracts are signed and much to his delight, a profit is made.
All his life he will work. Formulating the plans, forecasting the future. An empire will be built.
Two builders of two castles. They have much in common. They shape things. They see nothing and make something. They are diligent and determined. And for both the tide will rise and the end will come.
Yet that is where the similarities cease. For the boy sees the end while the man ignores it.
At dusk, as the waves near, the wise child jumps to his feet and begins to clap. There is no sorrow. No fear. No regret. He knew this would happen. He is not surprised. And when the waves crash onto his castle and his masterpiece is sucked into the sea, he smiles. He picks up his tools, takes his father's hand, and goes home.
The grownup, however, is not so wise. As the wave of years collapses on his castle he is terrified. He hovers over the sandy monument to protect it. He blocks the waves from the walls he has made. Salt-water soaked and shivering, he snarls at the incoming tide. "It's my castle," he defies.
The ocean need not respond. It knows to whom the sand belongs...

going to mug liao bb