Regardless of your direction, or who accompanies you on the trip, the one thing that becomes evident as we age is that we all have to steer our own ship.
He often thinks of the days in his minds past, the last life so to speak, when he crossed the big waters by sailing vessel, spending weeks of the sun cycles over the bow, with nothing but the future in course and the past over the stern.
When we chart the start and the finish, we have what the thinking person would call, a plan. When we steer by the prevailing, we leave our path to fate, or chance. Both choices and methods have a place.
Take stock in the journey. As much as we prefer to think that those around us are mates on our boat, helping us to make the difficult choices, the bitter reality is that they are busy guiding themselves. We share the wind and run along sides for moments, days, years, often stopping inthe calm of port to enjoy each other’s intercourse. But then, in time, the wind picks up and we are guided out of the harbor, with little choice.
Stand straight and stiff into the wind, for as long as the legs will hold. There is much to learn and lives to live. After all, it’s later than we think.
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