Symbolism

       He had lived by the ocean his whole life. Naturally, he spent a lot of time on the beach, so he had seen rough days and calm days. On the rough days, he had watched the tourists who dare not waste any of the precious time they had there be thrown about violently in the water, and on the calm days watched families on the beach with little kids playing in the sand while the older ones played in the water, and the parents relaxed and took time to themselves. 

       He had watched all of this from his window. He thought after awhile even the most precious of things got boring and old. He had grown tired of watching the waves go up and down, up and down, up and down, day after day, night after night. He had grown tired of watching all the little creatures move through the water and create a ripple through the ocean that disturbed other creatures which then created a chain reaction of disturbances. Through the whole time, he had lived by the ocean he had grown to think of it as a symbol of life. The way the waves went up and down, the little ripples that caused more ripples, the joy it gave people who visited on a pretty day, and the troubles it gave them when they couldn't enjoy it. Yes, the ocean is very similar to life, but his ocean made no families happy it only bored them. Does your ocean bore families, or does it make them happy?