Ships

Ships, there are all different types: sailing ships, war ships, scavenger ships, pirate ships, lost ships and maybe the most important "ship" a relationship. Out if these relationships there are 3 main types, romantic ships, friendships and family ships.
All of these ships are so hard to steer and your crew is, not a whole bunch of men, but you.

You are the captain, the first mate and the crew. You make your way through rough sees all by yourself. No one can relate exactly to your problem. They can sail beside you as you go through the storm, but they can never board your ship. They can talk you through it, even lead you, but never can they take the steering out of your hands.

Your ship is controlled by you, the wind can push you, yet the way the sails catch that wind is in your hands. You steer the sails making sure they catch certain winds. These winds come from every direction. Even directions that try to break your ship; your ship is strong.

All these ships puzzle you. All are so different, yet exactly the same. All require love. Love romantically, friendly love and the bonding love of family.

Romantically there is a thing called a break-up, this break-up will sink your ship. Most likely will sink to the bottom of the ocean never to be retrieved again. Sometimes you regret it, you regret ever sinking that ship.

Soon you are sad, you try to salvage your ship. Hoping the other person hasn't sunken their ship yet. If you would just bring your ship up, maybe you can go back to the side of the other person!! You're filled with hope and desperation trying to raise your ship from the bottom of the ocean. You pull and pull, but that ship that was beside you has left. No contact has been made. You're sad because that ship that was beside you the whole time is out of sight, passed the horizon. All you're left with is your sunken ship. Floating in the water, wondering who the other ship has found to sail beside. Wondering if you'll ever build a ship like the one you sunk. Wondering how to take back the words of wanting to sail alone.

But then, a new ship appears.
Filled with promises and the chance to have someone beside you forever. You were used to the old other ship to leave you for a while and then come back, but this new other ship, offers to never leave. Other ships pass you warning you of the danger with this new ship. But the stubborn pirate in you wants to discover what this new ship has to offer. Finally you dig up your ship. Still water logged with the memory of the old partner ship. Soon with the journey of the new ship you forget about the sadness and the longing for the old ship.

You are now happy, the new ship has kept it's promise. The warnings from the ones passing still send out red flags from their mass and you see them in the distance.

Soon the new ship loses it's charm. The connection starts breaking. The wind starts separating you from the new ship! You've followed the new ship so far now you're lost at sea!! You know you need to get back. The red flags have become so far away. You look up at the new ship's mass, there is a red flag. Soon you realize you never wanted to float this far with the new ship. You have to tell the new ship you have to go back. It's not easy telling the new ship, the new ship's all you've known in this new land, traveling back will be scary by yourself. You say your goodbye and head back.

The wind was great when you went out to see but now you have to go against the wind. You don't understand why, you didn't go THAT far, just far enough. Soon you catch a glance of a flag. It's coming to meet you. This time it's not a red flag.

This flag is white, pure white, a white you have never seen before. The captain of the ship looks so friendly, he has something in his hand, he calls it a plank. A plank to come aboard your ship!! No one has ever done it before. With a quiet whisper he silences the storm, he takes your white knuckled hands off the wheel. He tells you to relax, with that he guides you and your ship back to shore.

When you think he doesn't know what to do you jump in trying to save your ship, but all you do is throw yourself off course. For awhile you know to stay seated but the urge of doing it yourself is so strong you can't stop it.
I'm not sure how far you go. Because I haven't finished that part of the journey yet. My ship is still being lead by the friendly man who boarded my ship. He's saving me.

One day maybe ill find my old ship buddy. Maybe he'll listen to me when I tell him I made a mistake!! Maybe he'll become my buddy again! Maybe if I apologize he'll know I just wanted him to chase me. Maybe he wants to chase me and maybe, just maybe, ill let him catch me.
I don't know about all these ships but I know when the friendly man controls mine, I become a better ship.

I'm letting the friendly man take control. Oh and by the way his name is, Jesus.

No longer captain.