It’s funny how the missing shoreline of your life can find you one-day swimming out of your depth and the next day stranded like a floundering fish in a desert and fried by the sun and tired beyond all endurance to find a way home.
In such a wasteland, one must surely shrivel up and lose all hope and never to find love again but wander lost and alone forever.
Even ship-wrecked sailors arriving alive at the shoreline find hope and pull them-selves out to carry on the business of living. While those who never find the shoreline will give up in the waves of the endless ocean as the lover without love must give up in the endless moments of life without the fulfilling embrace of their beloved so desperately longed for.
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Two dear friends of mine, upon hearing of my own giving up of hope, promised to hold it for me. When lost in the sea for too long, hope of seeing the shoreline is a dangerous and destructive thing.
Is that you then? Are you lost at sea, no shoreline in sight, giving up in the waves? There is a beauty in that, too. But remember - even lost sailors who hope to find a shoreline again someday must not stare at the waters waiting. They only way they can find their bearings again is to look to the stars. ...reminds me of a fortune cookie saying... I got this message two or three times in a short time-span: "The stars appear every night in the sky. All is well."
If you are at peace with the giving up place, then I wish you well in all other things. If some part of you still wrestles with the succumbing, then I wish for you to find a reason, not just to hope, but to believe again.