Every couple months, a hermit crab will have to find a new shell.
This process isn't as easy as it sounds. First, the hermit crab must somehow wiggle his way out of the too small shell that has been his home for as long as he can remember. Next, he must leave this home behind, going off in search of something bigger, something better.
His old shell sits alone at the bottom of the ocean floor.
If the shell is lucky, the ocean currents will eventually carry it out to the beach, where it will be found and treasured by some small child.
If it is unlucky, the pressure of the ocean will become to much for it to handle, and it will eventually crumble into dust.
But if this shell is just normal, just average, it will spend the rest of its life on the ocean floor.
It contains nothing, for its sole purpose has left and gone off in search of something new.
I feel life is often like a shell.
Many feel their purpose has left them, wandered to far to even be seen by anyone around them. We're lost, empty, sitting alone at the bottom of the deep, cold ocean. Sometimes we wonder if there's anything left out there for us, another friend, another purpose.
But the waves refuse to carry us there.
So for now, here we sit.