renewal

there's nothing like starting anew after a really trying spell with yourself. sometimes the battle is so fierce that you want to give in from sheer exhaustion, yet something compels you to carry on. the body refuses to die, even when the conscious has lost all will to live. it is after trials such as these that we find ourselves washed onto the sandy shores of some distant land where the currents have carried our listless shells. we wake up to notice that we are, in fact, alive. there are exciting sights and possibilities to explore. all hope is not lost. we have stumbled into something fresh. we alight with hope, strengthen our resolve, and lick our swollen, salty lips to taste again the delicacy of renewal.