The Losing Battle

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I tried sailing a sinking ship.

 

I gathered the pumps to throw out the water, tried steering the tattered sail in the right direction, tried saving as many assets as I could. But, who was I kidding? I was sailing a sinking ship.

 

I tried to keep the water of immaturity at bay as much as I could, but it kept finding the holes to seep in. I hammered on them the wooden logs of experience and wisdom, but they were not enough to save the ship.

 

The harsh winds of time kept damaging the sail. I tied ropes of hope and peace to save what was left of it, but to no good, it kept getting torn, inch by inch, before my eyes and I could do nothing more to steer the ship.

 

I tried gathering the assets of sanity and bring them on the dock of life, but I was fighting a losing battle, I was sailing a sinking ship. All the sanity drowned in the immaturity while time kept lashing the sail of mind.

 

Help came to save me but not the ship. So I stayed and tried to save it for as long as I could.

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I am no captain, there was no actual sea. The ship was my failing friend who refused to accept that hope and experience save lives. When the immaturity left no scope of anything getting saved, I had to take care of my own little boat of life. So I gathered what was left of my wisdom, and sailed to save myself.

 

On reaching a distance, I looked back and saw the ferocious sea of situations gobble up the ship, and I couldn’t touch the oars to move an inch further. The ship drowned and pulled me in. I couldn’t part myself from the destruction for the ship was so dear to me. I gave up my boat and plunged into the unknown waters. What to do, my friend? I had to save at least some of me.

 

The storm took not just the mighty ship, but also all that I had. It took with it, my boat of happiness and peace.

 

That is what immaturity is, my friend. It harms not just one person, but all those who try to help with their experience and wisdom and hope. The drowning person doesn’t realise the magnitude of damage their actions cause to the people who give their everything to save them.

 

As about me, I floated with my courage and sanity, but who was I fooling? I had fought a losing battle, I had sailed – a sinking ship.

 


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