voyages

Sailing distances in stormy weather. There is nothing but haze and fog on the horizon, the ghastly wind blowing the ship right off course. All on board wish to see land, they want a destination; but it is unclear if they will make it. Perhaps they turn back and give up discovering? Or they wait out the storm from afar and venture on once the worst has passed? Or maybe they head right through the damn thing, praying they will survive.

I hope for a bountiful voyage. An inviting, foreign land. Life is kind of like a ship in a stormy sea right now. I'm half lost, unsure why I am in this state. Maybe it's a kind of limbo, I just have to figure things out. Get things done. I want a reward; some joy, perhaps at the other side of this terrible journey I'm going to have to go through.

Don't lose your way.