A Ship at Sea

My heart was once a ship on an endless sea, constantly searching for the promised land, never actually expecting to find it. I let multitudes of different people from different walks of life guide my ship, who promised to show me the way to shore. Somewhere along the way, there was and always will be an obstruction. They put a gash on the side of my ship and instead of staying to fix the hull, they left me stranded and alone. It was in these moments that I found myself continuously staring down into the endless abyss below me, wishing it would take me. I know now that I must sail on. I must keep searching for that one person who will show me the way to shore, because one day they will come out of nowhere and into my life. The currents will stop, the abyss will be as a rumor, and the only thing that will exist is me and them. As human beings, it is our very nature to let people into our hearts in our search for love. Most of these people will do nothing but leave a crack in the hull. We may never find the one person all of us so desperately needs. We could be taken by the mighty tide that the sea ceaselessly berates our ship with, and all of our efforts could be in vain as we are slowly taken to the bottom. But there is still that omnipotent, unending hope that one day on a blue moon, that perfect person will come along. This hope is stronger then the tides will ever be. This is the most terrifying and beautiful aspect of life, because when you are old and reaching the end of your journey, it is not the small cracks that will tear you asunder. Its the people you never let aboard that will truly sink your ship.