I have studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me –
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life.
For love was offered me, and I shrank from its
disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid
Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life
And I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they drive the boat.
To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire –
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.
Far too often my life has more resembled a boat at rest in a harbor. I have all the tools necessary for a bold adventure, but instead I remain where it’s comfortable.
I stay safe.
But this year is different.
This is the year I embrace adventure.
This year I will be dangerous.
Have you been playing it too safe?
