As I began to reflect on my life, and where I am at, I began to see that, as a young man in college, that the world was my oyster. It's just waiting for me to make something out of my life.
Then, as I contemplated my life some more, I began to see that I was right. The world is my oyster.... only, seagulls have stolen it from me. The swoop high into the air, dropping it onto the rocks below. Again and again I reach out for it, just to have it snatched and taken high into the air, where it is then dropped onto the rocks below. And I can only wait and watch... praying for a chance to grab it.... each time fearing that it will crack, and all the seagulls will greedily eat it up, leaving me alone with nothing but empty shards of broken shell upon the rocks.