"When Kate Hates Being a Grown-Up"
Nothing's meant to last. Not this day, not this season. These waves come and wash away this shoreline with no thought to you or me or anything that matters to us. The look in your eyes, the smile on your face, the touch of your hand - they mean everything to me - still, those waves keep crashing into this beautiful old beach.
You’ve got your job to do. Your reports to finish. Your meetings to attend. You'll allow yourself a certain number of minutes to walk this beach. To watch the waves. To smell the sea air. But the ocean doesn’t care. She’s not interested in your deadlines. Or your commitments. Or that you're seeing a new client at three today. The waves are going to keep on washing up on this shore, whether you're here to think they’re beautiful or not.
Nothing's meant to last.