There is a big turbulent ocean .This ocean is the collection of ideas , beliefs , moments , questions , answers ,pleasure , regrets , truths , lies , which I experience , understand , awe at and/or am unable to fathom.
This is full of perls ,corals and rubies.
This is the depth and the blue which I seek to gauge .
This is the blanket which finally hides the sky in its bosom.
Its breeze gently blows a feather and its typhoon rips out the trees . It is both serene and violent .
I have made a boat . I have set on a quest through this ocean .
I call this quest : the life
There are waves in this ocean . These waves rock the my vessel and of several others who have dared to ,who are daring to and who will dare to navigate through it . I try to brave those who come my way and sway my boat . I meet several other vessels on the way .
Some lost , some steadfast .
Some in a dinghy , some in a galley .
Some with a beacon , some darker than the night itself.
They all seek something . Few of them have a map ,many follow others and the rest are simply lost.
I desire and seek the island of truth . Its stories have always amazed me and its questions puzzled me . I dream of its treasures and its riches .
I call this adventure : the purpose
This ocean is bigger than me like the sun in front of a firefly . It is full of fire and light at the same time. It is :
Something which is too far yet so warm .
Something to fear from and desire for at the same time .
Something which is majestic yet it can be covered by a single thumbnail in a perspective .
It is something which enables every living entity to survive and yet it can destroy everything in minutes . All live under its face in the day and sleep under its image at night . It affects them all . It causes them all.
I wish to imitate its light . I wish to copy its warmth . I wish to be its believable imposter .
I call this wish : the dream
