A wave has two sides,
the back is meant for riders,
the front for divers.
To scale a wave from the front,
Is to take on a looming cliff;
To take a wave from behind,
Is to slowly rise along with it.
And what if a wave is a worry?
Another worry-wave is approaching,
One worry after another.
The trick is not to stop the waves,
As they will always keep coming,
But to take them from behind:
To rise with it.
Stand in front,
And like a crumbling cliff,
You will be buried underneath it.
Worry the waves away,
Ride one worry after another,
Waiting not for worries to waver,
But taking them not face-on, but back-on.
May they transport you further,
Not bury you under.
4th May, 2025