Steps

I walk along the seashore, the water gently washing my feet. Each time I walk, my feet leave behind prints, but to my dismay, they are washed off each time a wave crashes on the shore, only to make space for new prints. Each time a wave crashes over, the sand's clean and the muck and dirt are washed away. Well, maybe the water is our capability to wash away other people's faults from our hearts and the sand, new pages for us to engrave our memories with those people.
Be as powerful as that water. smile emoticon