Tag: Sheralyn Pratt

Morning Thought: The Game of Life [Day 9/365]

Happy Autumnal Equinox — one of two days a year when the night and day are equal lengths. If you have a chance to get outside, I would go for it. It’s a beautiful day.

Day 9’s contribution is posting a day late because yesterday was a writing day that I didn’t want to cut short. So you’ll get two posts today as I catch up.

This time delay brings you another Morning Thought from this morning. It may be a bit cumbersome to read on your first try because it is best read with a slight Shakespearean stage lilt.

But I liked it, so I pass it on to you … on top of that weird background from a few days ago that I’m still trying to figure out how I feel about.

Do you find it weirdly likeable, like I do, or does it drive you crazy? I’d be curious to know.

In the meantime, may the Game of Life treat you well and may we always remember how to “fun”. 😂

The Game of Life, by Sheralyn Pratt All the world's a stage we come from and wide to play on; the challenge: To see if we still know how to play by the time we're done, or if we get lost in life's maze and forget how to "fun".

Dream Beaches

By: Sheralyn Pratt

In nature,
hundreds of thousands of sea turtles
lay millions of eggs each year
in prime beach sand.
90% of their eggs will hatch.
but only 1% will survive
and thrive in maturity.

I’ve found that dreams
can be much the same
— mesmerizing
as they emerge in tiny perfection
before sand-crawling their way
to the great sea of possibilities
where predators lurk,
challenges never flinch,
and competition doesn’t blink or share.

It’s no wonder we often hold
our dream hatchlings close
when they first emerge from their nest.
It’s a rough world out there
and so few dreams survive.
It makes sense to want
to play Peter Pan
and hold on to every tiny possibility
like a child…
but the truth is
we must let dreams go
— let them crawl the beach
and swim —
and know that those that brave
the sea of life will evolve
and bring new life again.