Dust Chronicle

I am a speck of dust in history, just like the waves of the ocean. From the moment I was born, I have been tortured under the turbulent sand of the long river of history. I have been constantly being trained, washed, endured, experienced, and felt to complete my own life, but I have not been able to leave a trace of life. "Will all the past of life be lost in the wind like this?" I sat on the beach and pondered silently, "Is it just gone like this?" I looked back at the way I came. There were no footprints on the beach, and my stay seemed insignificant. I smiled and said, "I'd better leave some traces and let the world know that I have been here!"