I'm always lost in a sea of thoughts and emotions, my only guide are those few stars I see above. Those few twinkling examples of love, beauty, and strength that guide my ship through the tumultuous waters of life.
Sometimes storms fill my skies, and sharp rocks jut out into those stormy waters, threatening to dash my little ship to pieces like so many before me.
But, as day turns to night, and the ever marching ticking of time, these storms too must pass. As they do, and the clear night skies open up with beautiful auroras and those ever guiding stars return, I am reminded that we weather these storms so that we can gaze upon the beauty of life.
If we hold fast to the sails, stand firm at the helm, keep our backs to the wind and trust in those guiding stars, we will always have a safe port, solid ground, and those we love close at hand.
This may seem like a very nautical themed post, and utterly incorrect in its analogy, but ignoring all that, what I am trying to say, is thank you to my guiding stars, thank you for being there whenever the storms pass.
