Beyond the Horizon

I saw myself blinded by the shiniest lights again and again. The brightest lights are usually the closest ones we have, but most of them are artificial . Ephemeral lights, such as deep-sea fish , with which they attract their prey to devour it instants later.

The boats are departing from the docks. In the sea of fear there are powerful currents that make us sail in the same direction. For those who dare oppose them there is nothing left but despair and oblivion.

But perhaps this is just a first horizon. At a certain point, we can not find references on earth , but in heaven (lights and stars).
If we are brave enough to accept our fate, eventually those references disappear and then only our faith may guide us. Will we be able to peek over the horizon ?

There are endless opportunities awaiting us in every gust of wind . The real difficulty lies in sailing without a well wrought, solidly constructed  boat. But ships do not need foundation. Precisely that is why they have freedom of movement. It takes a fair wind or, in its absence, strong rowers to keep going in tempesta or difficult moments.

What lies beyond the horizon ?
Only sea, wind and hope.