The choice to drift with the waves,
and the choice to learn to swim against them.
At any given moment, we always have
the same choice to make.
Often you may find yourself
swallowed by the waves, thinking,
wishing, hoping you could swim,
but if you could, you wouldn't know
which way to go.
Do you choose a direction
and swim towards no destination?
Do you wait for a beacon,
one that might never come?
Is fear stronger than will,
is will a shrouded pursuit?
Do we all come up with
our own answer, or
is there no answer at all.
In an open sea, we drown.
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