Sand, a grain of sand, is like the opportunities which come and go in our hands.
A world can be appreciated in a grain of sand; a heaven can be sensed in a wild flower.
Non-stops waves of sand with tides and time are like the precious memories, the curable hurts and the unforgettable past which have gone with the sand from the hourglass of our life.
Delicate relationships are like sand held in hand. When we hold it loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains there. When we squeeze tightly in order to hold more, the sand slips through our fingers. A relationship is like that, when we hold loosely with respect and freedom for others, the interaction will become more intimate and sweeter; when we hold too tightly and possessively, the relationship may slip away and get lost.
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