Life continually tests you. It ebbs and flows. Gives and takes. It's rough in some spots and calm in others.
There is a pattern, but it's always flexible. It can change at any given moment to any given speed in which you have no other choice but to change with it.
You can fight it. Hate it. Wish it was over. Tell yourself it's pointless.
You can refuse to see the depth of it. Ignore the coincidences in it. Become apathetic towards it. Restrict it to another unmentionable four letter word that is reserved for nights at the bar.
But as for me, on days like these,
I like to sit and stare at the ocean
And notice the details of an ancient substance
That exposes truths and whispers them through the wind.