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A new blog to contain answers to prompts

Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas " Open in new Window. became overfilled, here's a new one. This new blog item will continue answering prompts, the same as the old one.


Cool water cascading to low ground
To spread good will and hope all around.

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October 8, 2025 at 2:25pm
October 8, 2025 at 2:25pm
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Prompt:
"Sea of destiny" is a metaphor for the overwhelming, unpredictable circumstances of life and one's predetermined life path with the journey through it's challenges leading to a final intended outcome or purpose.
Write about this metaphor for your Blog entry today.

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Such a restless expanse that sea of destiny! It shimmers, too, when the sun hits it at a good angle. Best yet, we're all adrift on it, as I am...on its waters woven from my choices and time and my dreams that gleam, hiding my fears deep under it.

Even if my course was unknown, I set sail on it, once, a long time ago, not knowing this sea had a dual nature. I let its waves carry me gently, as if they knew of my longings. But no, soon, the sea tossed me into storms, as it does to most, just to test my mettle and to let me find out if I could float.

Float I did, but I got seasick, too. Silly me, trusting this sea and its horizon!

Then, a strange serenity took over, close to the end of my journey. From where it arose, I can't tell, but just maybe, now I am seeing the truth. The truth that destiny is not a single line on these waters, but a tide that has moved and keeps moving within me, with my every choice and every surrender.

Now, I see this wasn't my taking a trip or going to anywhere, but the sea was teaching me how to move, how to listen to the wind, how to find light in its depths, and how to stay calm on its waves. In a nutshell, this sea of destiny never showed me where to go, but who I could become during the crossing of it.

Who did I become? Now, isn't that the million-dollar question! I'm still sailing, and that alone is something, wobbly though my sails are.





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