To be protected from rust, one may never live the waves.
Waves are to be surfed.
Rain to be danced upon.
Puddles to be jumped in.
Snow to be frolicked in.
Rust, a reaction to elements.
Life is how we deal with those elements.
Rust can be a beautiful thing.
It's all just how you look at it!
Rust, earned, layer by layer, experience by experience!
Wear your rust proud, or risk not living at all!
“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land, there is no other life but this.”
-Henry David Thoreau
“Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.”
Rust's A Must
Mighty ships upon the ocean
Suffer from severe corrosion,
Even those that stay at dockside
Are rapidly becoming oxide.
Alas, that piling in the sea
Is mostly Fe2O3.
And where the ocean meets the shore,
You'll find there's Fe3O4.
'Cause when the wind is salt and gusty,
Things are getting awful rusty.
We can measure, we can test it,
We can halt it or arrest it.
We can gather it and weigh it,
We can coat it, we can spray it.
We examine and dissect it,
We cathodically protect it
We can pick it up and drop it.
But heaven knows we'll never stop it!
So here's to rust, no doubt about it,
Most of us would starve without it.