In my own back yard is Pebble Beach, California. Back yard is a bit of a stretch, as if I could ever afford to live there. But it is near where I park at night and I do have access to its beauties. It's name speaks of one of its treasures, beautiful polished stones that can be found along the shore. Raging white surf churns almost continuously, thundering and pounding against the rocks on the shore.
These stones are trapped in the arms of merciless waves. They are tossed, rolled, tumbled, ground and rubbed together against a jagged cliff. This process of grinding and polishing continues relentlessly, day and night.
The result is highly prized, beautiful stones that tourists from around the world seek to take home. They are collected and displayed, coveted by many who see them. Yet just up the coast, around the next point of land is a quiet, protected cove. Tranquil and protected from the storms, its sand is covered with an abundance of similar pebbles not sought after by visitors.
Why have these stones been left untouched through the years? Simply because they have escaped all the turmoil and grinding by the elements. The quietness and peace have left them as they always were - rough, unpolished, lacking in value - for polish is the result of difficulties.
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