The tide is rising and preparations must be made. The plastic ball that was safe and secure hours ago now floats away into an ocean of uncertainty. Its course is unknown; Its journey mapped out by the winds. The tides have erased the sand castles, the footprints, the hopes and the dreams. This is what happens, yet most of us fail to understand why. Soon, the tides will recede however and we will be beach side again with our hopeless hopes and a new bucket of unrealized dreams.