So, I've been thinking about something.
I think we're, all of us, ships.
Ships knocking about on oceans, driven by moon tides.
Sometimes we sail smoothly, sometimes we find ourselves in the shoals.
Sometimes the ocean's darkness is met by a lighthouse and other times we pitch at the mercy of the blackness.
Eventually, we all find our way to port, jagged and jaded from our sea-tossing. Moored up we see our missing-ness, our broken pieces, our torn sails, cracked masts, fractured hulls.
And then, in friendship, having assessed our lacking, we find ourselves puzzling one another back together on the dock. My rudder missing, your keel failing, we piece each other back together and find ourselves entwined, setting back out to sea more whole than broken and more together than apart. More a part of each other than not.
Back into the waves we embark, you a part of me, me a part of you. And that's beautiful, don't you think? And that's strengthening, don't you think?
And that's worth it, don't you think?
Worth the rocks and the waves and the yawing and the terror of the maw.
Worth it for you to be a part of me. Worth it for me to be a part of you. And worth setting out again. To be tossed and tumbled, using your whole parts to support my broken parts, until we once again find our way to port. Porting and mooring and strengthening and fixing.
Because, as far as I can tell, I think, we're the only thing keeping each other from shipwreck.