As I walk down the beach, sun making my skin and the sand hot, I feel the bite and soft bruise of the rocks that litter the sand, worn smooth from tumbling in the river but hard nonetheless. Walking tenderly along I am reminded of my barefoot childhood and our gravel driveway. The tiny rocks assaulting the softened soles of a shoed winter. By summers end the same soles toughened with the ability to sprint across those rocks without a fore or after thought.
Life is tough but we have the ability to build protective layers, just don't make those layers so thick you can't experience life.