A Sailor,his Ship and the Sea

Out there, under the black starry sky, a sailor sails alone in a sea that has no end—where the sky meets the water and becomes one.

His ship is not strongly built, nor equipped with modern facilities; it is a tired old vessel, an old companion. It carries scars of its battles with the sea storms. The wooden planks creak as it floats. Rust clings to the iron nails, desperately trying to hold on. The sails are torn and mended too many times to remember, flapping weakly as they barely catch the wind. The floor has been soaked with salt water for years. Tiny leaks let the sea creep in, and the sailor tirelessly pumps it out.

Yet this ship is dearer to him than any woman in the world. Its old and weary condition does not trouble him. Despite its brokenness, this boat carries him—faithful, stubborn, alive. It is not beauty or strength that keeps it afloat, but resilience. Together, man and vessel drift on, both fragile, both worn, yet refusing to surrender to the vast hunger of the sea.

His meals are simple: stale bread and dried fish, barely warmed on the stove. He does not eat out of desire but only to sustain himself. It is not that he has stopped loving food—only that it no longer holds importance in the face of survival.

This on-and-off solitary journey at sea has taught him many lessons: vulnerability, gratitude, and patience. Vulnerability makes you humble—you no longer bear ill will toward others; instead, you begin to see life from a different perspective.

The silence on this vast sea is terrifying. No voice answers him, no laughter returns. It is a heavy silence, broken only by the groan of wood and the sighs of waves. On some lucky days, he hears the call of a bird flying overhead. It is this silence that sets the mood of the mighty sea.

And yet, there is a strange dignity in it—standing alone where the world forgets to see. To carry on when no one is looking. To live quietly, with only the horizon as a companion, and the thought that somewhere, across these waters, life still beats.

Silence

A few words to my younger self

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