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Life sails itself like a boat in the sea.
Whatever the direction the sailor might face, he must learn to flow with the tides and let the blue sky fill him with hope.
The boat continues to sail throughout endless days and frigid nights as it wanders off through its destination.
It may change its course from time to time,
depending in which direction should the sailor decide to pull the rope.
Life sails itself like a boat in the sea.
amidst the roughness of the waves, or the turmoil of the sea,
it remains strong, steady, and always, always floating.
No matter how hard the waves hit the boat,
it only disturbs a portion of it but the boat remains all mighty, never changing, and will always be set to dock where the sailor wishes to go.
Sometimes the sailor was so sure that it's the right path for the boat to sail as how he observes the stars from a distance.
Always looking up to that gleaming light that seemed so far away.
However, the course of the boat is not alligned with the tides so it often makes a difficult sail.
If we somehow force it, it could break and it could be the end of the sail of the boat.
But only then will the sailor realize that he's reading the stars the wrong way.
That the tides has always been right, starting from the beginning.
So therefore he must flow with the tides and not against it.
As the sailor sails upon the quiet sea at night, only then will he realize that the horizon is truly far from what the stars have told him.
As he ponders deep into the depths of the sea, only then will he realize that this sail can also end.
That the horizon's docks is finally close to reach.
But let life unfold its own secrets,
and let us, sailors, be the ones to discover it.
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:by my me and my friend.
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Yours Truly
شِعر❝Everything that lies beneath these pages full of scattered ink, has become the definite reminder of who I was, who I am, and who I will be.❞ -All poems are mine. -May contain spoken word poetries and short stories. Highest Rank: #13 in poetry (01...
