Story of a little wave

There is one book which never fails to remind me every time the whole passion of my human spirit, my silent shoulder of solace amongst all the chaos and mayhem of life.

Excerpt from "Tuesdays With Morrie" by Mitch Albom:

“I heard a nice little story the other day,” Morrie says. He closes his eyes for a moment and I wait. “Okay. The story is about a little wave, bobbing along in the ocean, having a grand old time. He’s enjoying the wind and the fresh air—until he notices the other waves in front of him, crashing against the shore. “‘My God, this is terrible,’ the wave says. ‘Look what’s going to happen to me!’ “Then along comes another wave. It sees the first wave, looking grim, and it says to him, ‘Why do you look so sad?’ “The first wave says, ‘You don’t understand! We’re all going to crash! All of us waves are going to be nothing! Isn’t it terrible?’ “The second wave says, ‘No, you don’t understand. You’re not a wave, you’re part of the ocean.’” I smile. Morrie closes his eyes again. “Part of the ocean,” he says, “part of the ocean. “I watch him breathe, in and out, in and out.”

I have my own interpretation. What does it mean to you, it's up to you to think. I can't really suggest.