SEASHELLS BY THE SEASHORE BY KELSEY HAVER

SEASHELLS BY THE SEASHORE BY KELSEY HAVER

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Some days shells are rolling in as the waves are crashing against the shore. Other days, all is calm as the water is at a standstill. You spend time walking up and down the shore, searching. You find all kinds of seashells. Some are spiraled, others are curved, some have cracks, and others have chips. You move from the shore up to the sand bar.The shells have their own colors, spots, and patterns. Each one is different in its own beautiful way.

At last, you find it. The one. You didn’t know exactly what kind of shell you were looking for in the beginning, but you know now that you’ve found it. A large shell made up of beautiful hues of oranges and browns with hints of white. It’s not perfectly symmetrical and it is covered in barnacles on the back, but it’s perfect to you. It’s the one.

Ideas are like seashells. They come and go, but the good ones stand the test of time. Sometimes you have to change your path in order to find them, and they aren’t always perfect. In the end, it’s the one that is perfect to you. Creativity comes in waves, bringing in new ideas, and it’s up to us to embrace the ambiguity and the journey. No idea is perfect, but it’s up to us to find the one that is most perfect and worthy of our time.

HORSES AND CREATIVITY: WHAT IT MEANS TO ME BY LIZZIE LUH

HORSES AND CREATIVITY: WHAT IT MEANS TO ME BY LIZZIE LUH

THE GHOSTS WE CHASE BY BEN WACHTEL

THE GHOSTS WE CHASE BY BEN WACHTEL