Rain Teaches Some Lessons To Some Sailors

Rain Teaches Some Lessons To Some Sailors
There was a heavy torrent of rain last night. It was preceded by a spell of high humidity that was quite uncomfortable while it lasted. The downpour was a welcome change after the humid weather that was the order of the day before that, but once it outlived its welcome period, the raindrops became equivalent to sludge falling from the sky. There was a lull in the atmosphere following the shower, but the dark clouds dominated the horizon for a long time.

I’m not sure of the precise nature in which the horrendous burst of clouds has manifested itself in my life, I’m not sure if it has already done its worst, or if it is to spell disaster for me, but there certainly have been quite a few days when a dissonance with my present has touched a zenith. There have certainly been days when everything around me has made me feel uncomfortable. I’m only waiting for the downpour to cease and give way to the legendary lull after a storm. I wonder in what form it is going to manifest itself in.

Practically, there has not been an end to the storm in my life. It is a monotonous drag that is to go on for a long time, probably forever. I can do absolutely nothing about the downpour, its intensity or even its duration. The dark clouds above me seem to be bent on showering their wrath on me for a long time, and I can’t do anything to stop the constant drizzle. I will have to bring some changes in myself so I can bear the rain and strong winds without any visible disturbances to my self. It is very important to conceal all visible differences I have from the world; luckily, there are none. Visible disturbances are likely to invoke a sense of pity for the self. The storm certainly has wrecked havoc over my life, but it hasn’t disturbed any visible locations where the damage can be seen.

The storm has been quite a rough and unruly one, it did disturb the course of the ship of my life, but it has almost returned to its original course. There were all sorts of high waves and strong winds in the ocean, but navigators and sailors have done their best to bring the ship back to track, and they have been rewarded wholesomely. I’m grateful to them for guiding the ship when it needed direction. They did set the ship on an even track, but somehow, it missed the port it was meant to be at, and has been wandering in the open sea for a long time.

Meandering over the ocean on its own has been quite a tough task for the ship, but it has to do it. The captain of the ship hasn’t been given any options but to keep sailing for a long time, till he spots a coast or at least an island. It may be a long time before someone from the crow’s nest can spot another ship or a coast or even an island, and the ship has to keep up its sailing adventure till that time.

It isn’t going to be a tough proposition given the ship is driven by winds that blow through the seas. It only has to adjust its mast and sails, and it is sure to reach its destination in a few days. A ship sailing by burning fossil-fuel may have been in an odd situation. The sailors only have to be patient, calm and tolerant of whatever adversities the sea has in store for them. after all, it is sure to bring them face-to-face with a lot of happiness and good fortune too. Life doesn’t always present itself as a monster that spells disaster for whoever comes before it. They will have to be patient for whatever merits they want to discover from the adventure they bargained for when they set out to sea.

The adventure is certainly not without an end. The ship of life has to terminate its sailing adventures one day; it has to touch dry land one day. The sailors aboard the ship may find themselves on an island one day; they are to begin another adventure from that point, and yet another when they find themselves headed for the coast from the island they are at, but their marine adventure is to end one day. Life on the island is going to present itself in its various different forms, but it is to end one day when they are fished out of the island.

Life was the best for a firefly while it was in its cocoon; it wasn’t born into the world till that point of time, it didn’t have any problems, but its problems began to develop and be compounded as soon as it discovered itself as a part of the living world. There is no way it could go back into its cocoon, so it is going to be better if it learnt to adjust to the challenges of the outer world. For the sailors, life was the easiest before they ventured out to sea, but since they are out on the adventure now, they have to bear through all the nuances of the trip.

They gather a lot of experiences along the trip, and these experiences help them live a better life every day.