I’m sitting beside a sculpture of trash—all objects left behind by beach goers. As I gaze at all that is no longer useful, I begin to wonder what in my life, material or otherwise, has outlived its purpose or usefulness. There are friends who have become just acquaintances; dreams that have never materialized; life styles that have run their course; values that have become meaningless. What a relief to eliminate that which no longer suits me and remove the yoke from around my neck. All things have a beginning and an end. I leave the beach today lighter than when I arrived.