I guess I'm really confused about my life, and as I've taken this to be my sounding board of doubt and dread, I don't feel bad about it, not one bit.
The Journey: I feel like I'm on a ship. Some great land might be in sight, looming on the horizon, but place is it? Where am I headed? Is it better than where I am coming from?
The Integrity of My Vessel: How much can I rock the boat before it goes off course or sinks? By doubting my compass, can I never reach any shore? Can you follow a map you've drawn without ever having been to where you're going?
Loose Lips: Will my own fears worry the other passengers? Can I trust my self to steer clear of danger when I choose the dangerous course? How many will stay onboard, how many will jump, and which ones are right?
Second Guesses: Did I get on the wrong boat? Will the natives be friendly?
The Journey: I feel like I'm on a ship. Some great land might be in sight, looming on the horizon, but place is it? Where am I headed? Is it better than where I am coming from?
The Integrity of My Vessel: How much can I rock the boat before it goes off course or sinks? By doubting my compass, can I never reach any shore? Can you follow a map you've drawn without ever having been to where you're going?
Loose Lips: Will my own fears worry the other passengers? Can I trust my self to steer clear of danger when I choose the dangerous course? How many will stay onboard, how many will jump, and which ones are right?
Second Guesses: Did I get on the wrong boat? Will the natives be friendly?