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i was at the beach with my family yesterday. we picked up pretty rocks that we liked, by ourselves. my cousin showed me one that he liked, and i got my uncle to wash off one that i liked in the ocean. my rocks are different from my brother’s rocks, which are different from my aunt’s rocks, and on and on through my family. but we all picked up rocks.
the thing is, that beach isn’t particularly lonely. it wasn’t crowded, but we certainly weren’t the only ones picking stones.
it got me thinking about how so many people have done the same thing: picked up pretty rocks at that beach. but i saw my pretty rocks, and i didn’t really look at the rocks that my dad did, or that my cousin did. and so many people have picked up their pretty rocks but ignored the ones i found, the ones i have now.
there’s a metaphor in there somewhere, i know it.