Hi one and all Ecabob here, back from a weekend at his uncle's lake house and ready to write more blogs!

Today I would like to talk about a comparison I discovered when we were on our beach trip. When we were down on the beach I found this beautiful shell in the sand and showed it to my family. They commented on how pretty it was and told me to put it in one of our buckets and to put it up in my room when we got home.

I thought that would be nice and was glad to give the seashell a purpose, to be a human treasure. That then prompted me to think about the other seashells, the ones that aren't pretty, and what their purpose was. Was it to be a home to some sea creature? Or was it set to drift the sea the rest of eternity?

Thinking about Star Wars, I then realized that I was the seashells Will of The Force so to speak, because I was the one who decided if it was to live a glamorous and secluded life of the Jedi, an exciting life of a bounty hunter, or the life of a drifter; someone searching for a purpose.

Just a little food for thought, and the next time you go to the beach, remember to pick your seashells with care, for you are in control of their fate.

MTFBWUA



P.S. Sorry I was gone guys, it was last second notice, and my mom can't say no to her brother.