Today the beach is so littered with Purple Sails that it looked like someone dumped sea glass along the shore line. They are sparkling and beautiful as they lie there waiting to die. They are incapable of controlling where they go. They are completely dependent on the wind. At the same time, they are made up of thousands of individual organisms that come together to form this beautifully and functionally shaped creature. How do they know which part to play? What happens if one mini organism doesn't do their part? How many dysfunctional organisms does it take before a full Purple Sail falls apart?

Part of me want to be so dependent that the wind and water controls everything and all I have to do is hang on and see where life takes me. Instead I'm intermingled with others who may or may not cooperate, pull their share of the load, or even allow me to do my part. I know there are lessons to be learned and that it is all growth opportunities. But today, the grass looks greener for the Purple Sail.