It seems the older I become, the harder it becomes to change.
Were I a ship, I believe my rudder to be too small.
No matter how hard I push against the current, I gain little against it. Ultimately returning to a course not to my liking.
Perhaps my rudder is not as strong as it once was, my sails....tattered. No longer able to right my course with little effort. Now the waters are strewn with obstacles, easily taking me off course.
Even the weather can easily keep me from my destination. Too hot, too cold, too wet. These self inflicted parameters of mine are continually narrowing.
Still I try, setting course for destinations most likely unachievable.
I shall hope for fair weather and a following sea. Continuing to try, even failure can somehow be seen as a success. If I can, again, try.
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
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Perseverance is all that matters. I loved this!