Flash Post 125!
“Button, it’s strange how we find mooring in life one minute and get thrown off the next!”
“Can you please expand on that?”
“What I mean is that life can be one big churlish storm. Sailing down the sea of life, you sometimes find a spot where you can catch up with some much required rest and breathe. You’d rather inhale big gasps of air because you don’t know when you’ll get thrown back into the sea again! Do you get me now?”
“There are no permanent moorings where you can set up your little hut and live happily ever after. Most often, you’re breast-stroking through neck-deep sea so you can grasp that little rock and catch up on your breath.”