The world is full of opportunities. The multitude of possibilities lay out in front of us like water in the ocean, but many of us are afraid to swim. We see wave after wave of chance crash upon the sands of our present, washing away the sand castles of previous attempts with each pass. Seeing the destruction, we remain paralyzed in fear and doubt. The waves take no notice. They continue their rhythmic roll, reminding you that so long as you can see the water, you can walk into the ocean of opportunities, and take a chance. Build a raft if you have to. The waves will use their might to push you back to the shore from whence you came. Recall that every breath you take is another chance to stand and fight, to swim and row and sail with all your strength, to navigate your raft until that fateful moment you reach a new shore, with new prospects and see the dawn in a new light. The second chances we need are all around us, we only need to learn to swim.
Crackled and speckled and colored in gold,
A gilded red rose at your hand was presented.
Seeing it brightly, your touch became cold
as though its delivery you resented.
Of Course I’m no fool, I notice it all
I’ve given up on expecting affection.
But a gift as gilded as this, surely
Doesn’t deserve such a frozen rejection.
Of love, I have long forgotten to speak
But even friendship some loving requires
If we do not care, then what do we have,
But lies, dust, debris and desires.
A friendship is built on the finest of parts,
It stands on loyalty, trust, and affection.
One must care for the ship if its to fare well,
Or else it takes on water in light of affliction.
So take for a moment, my dearest of friends,
Decide which direction your wind will call
For it only takes a single wrong move
Until the farce rapidly fails and falls.