A Tale of Two Sails
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I have spent my time on sea fishing for a good number of years on the East Coast. Surely my time was not as close to the years my father has put in. working side by side with him was a blessing of its own and when he retired I stayed behind in hopes to make him proud. He has always told me that we chase and catch to earn, and I would surely show him what he has taught me. Unfortunately, he had passed two years in his sleep right after his retirement and I have thought long and hard on the years about it. Now I come to know that we chase what we want in this life in hopes to catch what we wish to earn in the process of doing so. Through these years of still trying to make my father proud, I have come to a crossroads of misjudging what life really is about. Spending most of my life on the swaying tides of the sea. I know there is more than just the smell of the salty waters, windy breeze of clarity, and waving storms of chaos… there must be more. Through all the love I have with floating above the great unknown, I look upon the cliffs on the coast which stands the lighthouse that saved our lives many times. By its side sits a small house amid the horizon of beauty in which I am in awe to share its sight. Amongst that, I catch a glimpse of a silhouette standing upon nature's foundation. Gazing at the calm sunrises and the cloudy days before the storms. I have always wondered about such things with a belief I would never find out but through all days I know we too have shared moments from afar. A far in which I wish to find out on land someday soon.
