Voyage

Dear faithful reader, for some reason or another you have had more opportunities to read the fresh lines from me, than probably in a long time before. Life has been insane these days. It's been like sailing on calm sea, whereas all the storms and hurricanes are raging within the sail. The obstreperous tornado that has never seen the light of the day is not bearable anymore; or perhaps it is, yet the skipper is not aware of it. Chaos has entered the minds of navigators and small bits of scattered certainty are about to cease to exist. Everything looks beautiful, though. Sister sails who are still accompanying see no storm. The sea is calm, the wind is peaceful, the course is right... nothing can ever get better, nor worse - it is in fact perfect. Thus we keep on sailing, experiencing no storms, yet the hurricane within is stronger than anything else. While the captain is still being reminded of the course, yet shaken by the terrible wind inside his cabin, he believes not that the sail would ever reach its destination. At least not under his command. The fear overcame the withering rest of the boldness. The show must go on. It indeed will. With or without him.