In response to Daily Post’s writing post “Sacrifice“.

I couldn’t decide which dress to wear to my friend’s wedding. I had eliminated the ten dresses I picked out and I was only left with two. One was a deep, dark blue with a tan belt and the other was a white one with a band of intricate lace designs in the middle. I was deciding the pros and cons of taking the blue dress, when she came up to me with a polka-dotted yellow dress. I, personally don’t like polka-dots, and was ready to shun the dress away. But then, I realized that she had shown me that dress with so much love. So, I made a sacrifice and bought the yellow one. I still miss the blue dress, which was my decision in the end, but I made someone happy.

The Sea of Life

“The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach – waiting for a gift from the sea.”

-Anne Morrow Lindbergh

As she walked toward the beach, the wind seemed to tease her. It tasseled her long, black hair and shook her loose clothes. The sand blew under her feet, slipping away, constantly moving like the raging sea not too far ahead. The animals scuttled in the other direction leaving her alone. Even the entrenched rocks seemed to go with them. She walked toward the bubbling and foaming sea, full of courage and confidence. She sat on the wet sand, near the angry sea, concentrating, thinking, as the sea waters went up to her chest. She was still rooted to her ground, as the sea unleashed its fury. Even then, she was able to stand her ground, unlike the others, who might have been bigger than her. As the sea became subtle and calm, all the animals and the rocks came back, as if the storm never happened.


“People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those who do.”

– Isaac Asimov

The teacher was writing in progress reports.

A kid walked up to her and interrupted the action.

“I’m smart,” the kid said.

“You’re extremely smart,” the teacher said.

“Not extremely smart, I am so smart, I know that there are four fingers on my hand, while everybody else thinks there is five,” he stressed.

“Of course, everybody else is smart enough to know that,” she replied.

The teacher corrected the progress report.