And who are you but a single grain of sand in the widest desert; that you should be lucky enough to be found hard-pressed at the bottom of a shoe or turned into beautiful glass having travelled the long journey out from oblivion and into the light?
Even the mightiest of mountain faces can be worn down by the wind and turned into sand by time, only to find itself whisked away to the edges of forests.
How different is our plight then?
We find our highest castles of self-fulfillment tumbled over by the slightest wind of change, only to be swept away into the darkest corners of our memories. You may not know when or where the wind will blow but when it happens, the path ahead will become clear.
Ride the winds of change because it may be a very long time an another opportunity as good will ever chance your way again.