The Voyage

There were times in my journey when I thought of giving up, losing hope, wallowing in self-pity and despair. There were people I thought I could muster strength from; people who I thought were friends, but their friendship was constrained only to those times before we set sailed on our own ships. As soon as we hit the crossroads, they did not turn back. I did hope that perhaps someone would steal a backward glance, but none did.

In the midst of my own journey, I learned how to face the sea’s raging waves, sail through the currents as I drift afar into the wide open sea. I strengthened my resolve and fortified my heart from the miseries and pain of living a solitary life. Once in a while, I anchor my ship on shallow waters. But as the tides rise and fall, so too shall I continue sailing towards my distant course.

Often I encounter squalls, rocking my resolve from time to time. Though I try to be indifferent, I do know that deep inside, the hidden child within me would long for an assurance that everything would turn out to be fine. But oftentimes, I would be sent reeling to the edge of my ship. As I hold on to dear life, I would constantly pray that the tempest would pass by hurriedly and quietly.

As the sky would clear up, basking me with the sun’s warmth; I come to realize that I have been strayed afar from the original course I was set on charting on.