“SOUL” by Igor Zenin

There will be a good many dangers in your path, all sorts of obstacles. But as the poem explains to you, you can’t find them before you if you don’t already carry them in your soul. Your choices, like your demons, are all yours.

It’s not all about where the wind takes you. It’s which wind you throw yourself in, against, towards. It’s about how strongly you thrust your paddle into the water, how taut and light you keep your sail, how honed and sleek is your canoe. It’s about the durability, not the type, of vessel that will take you further. It’s about the attitude, the depth and strength and clarity of the yearning within you—the I want. It’s the toil before the triumph, the drive behind the dream.

The waters that surround you may churn and heave and suck you into their inky depths, swallowing you whole like a fly trap consumes an insect. If you can navigate these wisely—and if you believe that there is no storm you cannot brave—then the wind will die, the water will still, and the atmosphere will clear enough for you to see the harbor in the horizon.

~Angreek87