Taken from Google (See what the world serched for in 2016)

It is a day like any other day, the sun came up on time, the wind blew and people start to go about, I was setting on a chair on the white sands of a tropical island, with icy drink, listing to the calm waves hops the shore, inhaling ocean breeze, watching the sun goes down, feeling my soul levitate with happiness. However I never knew what the tide could bring, or what it could leave behind.

I took a walk along the beach with my white shirt and my beige pants rolled up to my knees glimpsing the horizon and exploring the beach with a branch I cut to be the perfect stick. I came a cross a piece of paper floating I turned it with my stick to see a picture, I picked it up and as the water was dripping I realized that the picture was weeping, a picture of a child just rescued setting on the chair of the paramedics, looking at his hand could not tell blood from dirt, could not scream, could not cry , could not call for parents, thinking maybe this is how children play, my knees failed to left me I tried to hang on my stick but it slipped right through my hand for it was weeping too. I fell, holding the paper with both hands looking at the picture, stick and the sea moaning humanity, how could this be the price of any cause? How could this picture travelled through oceans and never picked up? How could a stick feel in a second what humans could not grasp in life time?

I looked at my chair and my dewed drink, and thought I shall send this paper back to the ocean for there is nothing I can do, the ocean hugged the picture and my stick rode the wave to be with them. I rest both my arms on my knees and hid my face, ashamed how could my heart became harder than a stick and salter than the ocean, how could a chair, drink and sunset made me so self centered and loose the human side of me, even animals care and have mercy for children other than their own. I looked up to picture my own child setting on that chair, my senses could not process that thought, I reached out my hands even though its only a fiction of my imagination, my selfish solid heart was finally alive, I jumped into the ocean to catch the picture with no luck, I went back to the shore wet, cold, and disappointed, I sat on my chair rest my head back and had a glimpse on the beach to see thousands of pictures, should I go for the pictures to help, or rest on my chair for the sunset?