If life was a ship, then every man is a captain…sailing through the sea of life. The sea’s sometimes calm; the other time it’s hurricane and tempest. Whoever handles it well, he’ll get where he wants…those who don’t, continue their journey with broken ship and doubts against himself. It’s more than a journey, it is destiny. And every man controls their own destiny.
The sea will forever, continuously push the ship. The ship needs it as it will make the ship stronger, faster and as a challenge to the captain’s skill. Some man has clear idea where he was heading. Some just let the sea lead him. And some don’t even realize they’re the captain; they just let other people control their ship.
It’s good to know where our ship is heading…but sometimes we just get lost. We take a path, move towards it…and the middle of it, we start to lose our vision, we started to wonder if the choice was right, our ship just dangling in the middle of nowhere. We lost the sense of time and direction. At this time, the sea hit the hardest. It pushes us everywhere. We struggled just to keep our ship from being shattered to eternity, buried in the unnamed graveyard in the darkest abyss where loser captains reside.
Take control of your ship. Get some idea of your whereabouts. Plan a new journey. There’s nothing worse than losing the motivation to move on. There’s no Jack Sparrow. It’s just you, your ship and the open sea.
Make yourself clear of what you were doing. You might go the wrong way, but, hey, what the heck, there’s always detour. At least you’re heading somewhere.
