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Looking at the waves, cresting then hitting the shore, only to retreat ignominiously back to sea, it reminded me that people are like waves. Their moods shift and turn, then crest before hitting the shore, and only some of the lucky few can ride that wave standing up, smoothly carving an intricate pattern as he or she rides towards a sun blanched shore. At times like this, I always like to quote from Macbeth’s soliloquy in act 5, scene 5 of William Shakespeare's Macbeth, when Macbeth heard of his wife’s death.