Vessel

If there's a vessel sailing on the open sea, with no telling of where, no telling of how, no telling of when and why, would it still be considered as 'sailing' or it is more appropriate to describe it as 'drifting'?

 

Its haul might be damaged from the rocks and waves, just as its crews might be overwhelmed by the worries and uncertainties and yet, it still carries on, travelling, sailing or drifting, from one point to another. Would it be somewhat pityful or it is more of a fool's persistence?

 

The ocean wasn't meant to remain settled forever, just as the wind wasn't meant to remain silent for the rest of time. Still, there'll always be some pleasent time from now and then. Then again, how should it be reacted to? With celebration and joy or with silence and stillness?

 

A normal cycle of a vessel tends to circle around sea and harbor; it is at the sea, where it could live to its purpose and goal and it is at the harbor, where it could be repaired and prepared for the next undertaking...yet, as simple as it may sound to be, not all is blessed with this simplicity.

 

How long have it been, since anyone of us ever stop and rest for a decent period of time without thinking or worrying about when it should be ended? To be not thinking about the troubles, remorses, regrets, feedbacks or anything burdensome in life...

 

How long have it been, since anyone of us ever take our bag and leave home, not to work, play or out of any particular purpose but simply, to embark on a journey which would allow us to be mesmerized by the beauty of everything and everyone that stood on this earth?

 

There could always be a list filled with "How long..." However, it's quite rare to even have a small note filled with preciase dates and time.

 

Life's like a vessel sometimes; it could be worse or same but at the same time, it could be slightly or way better as well. It is never really or perhaps rarely, a matter of how life force us to be but it is really, precisely or perhaps always, a story of how we force life to be...

 

How many of us realise about it?

How many of us know and do something about it?

How many of us even admiting it at the first place?

 

 

Happiness and laughters could be lasting, only if we allow them enough time to root. Sadness and regrets could be uplifted, only if we provide them enough time to heal. Everything can be altered, only if we give and let it to happen. But do I? Do you?