They say that the only certainty in this life is change. Each day brings new order to unorganized chaos. Whether we like it or not, life's unending train ride carries us to undiscovered destinations. Shakespeare's Sonnet 60 seems, likewise, seems to take us on a little journey through time stressing the many different facets that exist as we go through this thing we call life. I seem to get a vision through his lines that they create a link one to another, much as our life moves on from one experience to the next.
The opening line of this sonnet begins with, "Like the waves make towards the pebbled shore" This must be a comparison of our time here on earth, only it is representative as waves that crash upon the shore of the beach. When I think of a pebbled beach, I think of how hard it is to walk on, as compared to a smooth, sandy beach. Perhaps this could compare to how life experiences are. We would all like to ease through life much as you can walk barefoot across a smoothly sandy beach. Yet, I think we all know that it is inevitable that we will once in awhile have to walk across many cracks and faults along the way. I reflect to the times I've seen the ocean, I always know that I will see the waves coming in and out, it's constant, never changing. This could be a direct metaphor for time. Time is the one thing we can never change. We are always aware that when one wave crashes along the shore, yet another is just waiting to follow.
Much like the waves crashing along the shore, "So do our minutes hasten to their end". I think that is fairly self explanatory, our time here on earth continues to move forward, all the while, it seems to be gone in an instant. It's interesting to me, when you"re young, it seems as though you will never be an adult. Yet, when you get to be an adult you"d almost give anything to be a kid again. Time seems to just race forward once you grow into maturity.
