Candle On the Water

Life, sometimes, is likened to a dimly lit lantern, hanging by a rusty handle from the bow of a ship, creaking and cranking in the wind above the bustling seas below. Peering through foggy stained glass, one knows that a flame exists within, though inclement weather bars clarity. Piercing through the darkness, this light reminds us we are indeed alive, although the details of our journey can become quite blurred. Alas, this thin thread of comfort, our dangling lantern, rattles the notion that we yet breathe, steadily taking in life while facing even the deadliest of rows.

Then, when finally we find peace in our vitality, we glimpse a beacon in the distance, not dissimilar from our own. This candle on the water fills us with intoxicating joy in knowing that we are not alone. Our odyssey is our own yet the paths are many, flush with kindred wanderers seeking unknown destinations. Meaningful opportunity, then, is bestowed upon us when we encounter one whose glimmer of hope has gone out. Rekindling the fire upon his torch, we embolden him to resume his adventure with vigor, imparting courage drawn from the fellowship of many travelers to pursue the unending course. Life itself.