second year carlie gambino

In our world of polar magnetisms stemming from varied passions, we all have our own North. Our compasses look different, and the needle spins at different rates. Ultimately only we can see where we are going, regardless of how the weather may obscure our path. We steer ourselves through the relentless waves of life, and sometimes we dock in places that bring us across other people or options. Stay true to your sight.

Deceit about who it truly is that we let on board is dangerous. Their suggestions may turn into greedy grasping for our helm. Whispers of safe shores and soft seas blind us from where we were going in the first place. We suffer through seasons of life when we follow directions from friends that stunt our nature growth and try to steer us astray from who we are trying to become. We weather the storms and we ride the thunderous seas to arrive at the sun smiling upon our horizon. We get directions, but most times we already know where we are going. Listen to yourself. Be weary of overextended grasp and open to extended hands of friendship.

When tumultuous seas sway us unsteadily, sound the alarm for help, use the life raft of comradery, seek greater steering force and guidance. Sometimes we can’t see past expansive mist of mornings, so we call our friends to spark the sunlight that parts the clouds. There is always light waiting behind every miserable ashened sky. Friends are liferafts, sometimes we need breaks from our own heavy ships. Friends are buckets that bail out water weighing us down. The right ones help us float. You don’t have to weather the storm alone.

Seasonal swells may push her West, him East, and someone overboard, but they all have their own horizon to set their eyes upon. Let your hands ease on the wheel. As tight grips of life loosens, you will no longer be fighting against currents your ship is not able to withstand. Unfurl your sails and invite the winds to carry you. Float freely, and steer gently.

Living Like a Ship