Have you ever felt like an unguided, unoccupied ship whose anchor has been released and it is floating on the surface of the sea. Sea which is unfathomably deep. Sea which has no intentions to cease its horizon. Sea where no island is to appear any time soon.
The patterns of our life sometimes make us feel like that lost ship. All we need is a resort and some will , not to accept the abduction of our soul. No matter how much busy we have turned into. No matter how much invested we are in our one single life whose time is running out.
There are things to be done. There will always be things to be done. They just don't get finished. Instead, they try harder every time to finish us. It all depends on us us, how slyly we manage to escape this feud. Sometimes we succeed. Sometimes our fight becomes mundane.
The relationship between the boat and the sea however speaks of loyalty. Though its path seems aimless, but still it floats, in hope, in search of solace.Eventually it gets that. And the pleasure possibly is multiplied only because of the yearning, because of its lost trails.
So sometimes, plains of consistency play dull and gloomy while discords play the symphony inside the head. With that symphony, we survive till an island appears again....
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