COMPASS I set the sails for a journey I never planned, trusted the wind to carry me where I should land. I reached a point I never wanted to see, but I never took the wheel. I let the ocean choose for me. Stranded. Not drowned. Just without a compass. The sails were full of wind, and I trusted where it blew. But who decides the direction if I don't? Why did I trust the wind without checking where it led? Why did I leave the compass lying beside the map? The sails were full of wind. I knew it. I felt it. I just didn't look. Sometimes you need to turn around, not to go back, but to remember where the journey began. To see the road behind you. To find the line again. To keep the destination from disappearing in the distance. Wind in my face. Eyes closed. Heart speaking softly, and me pretending I couldn't hear. I thought the destination would somehow come to me. I set the sails for a journey I never wanted. Shipwrecked. Not drowned. Still here. So I mend the sail. I look to the stars. I look to the sun. I take the wheel again. I don't need to know every mile ahead. I just need to know which way I'm facing. The sails are full of wind. But this time, I choose the direction. This time, I have a compass.
