We all stand at the helm of our own little ships. The cargo we start out with, the state of our ship and our prescribed port may well be dictated to us before we are born but WE stand at the helm.
If you don’t like the cargo, jettison it; if the ship is run down, make running repairs and if you don’t like the port, change course. It is your ship
We may be swamped by storms, torn off course by strong winds and currents we cannot hope to fight but we stand at the helm.
Through it all, no matter what is going on we still stand at the helm and, though our little ship may be swamped, floundering and being pushed backwards, we chose which direction the ship points.
There are so many forces beyond our control, so much which would flounder us but this little freedom of choice is always afforded to us, even if the choice doesn’t change the outcome. So as your little ship goes down stand fast at the helm and turn to the harbor of your choosing.
I am being swamped. I have chosen a port I am not certain will accept me. The captain is drunk and a fool. I am going down. Send lifeboats. Look for a little ship steadfastly holding course with no knowledge of how to navigate these storms. How do I jettison a heart that is weighing me down.
The fool with the sad kind eyes