The sea does not care. It takes what it wants and leaves the rest to drift. A man can build something strong, something that holds against the wind and the waves, but one good storm can take it all away. Then he is left with what floats; broken beams, a splintered mast, the odd crate that refuses to sink. This is what remains. This is what he has to work with.
A man who has sense does not waste time cursing the sea. He looks at what’s left, what might still be of use. He ties together what will hold, patches what needs patching, and makes do. There is no use in crying over the wreck. The ship is gone, and no amount of wishing will bring it back. But if he’s careful, if he keeps his head, he might just have enough to keep afloat. Maybe even enough to get somewhere worth going.
Life works the same way. A man builds something: a career, a home, a way of living that suits him. Then the storm comes. Maybe it’s slow, creeping in like rot in the hull, or maybe it hits all at once, tearing everything apart in a single night. Either way, when it’s done, he finds himself standing in the wreckage, wondering what’s left.
Some men stand too long, staring at what they’ve lost. They think if they stand there long enough, the sea will spit it back out, good as new. But the sea doesn’t work that way. The only thing to do is to pick up what’s left and start again.
A man does not need much to rebuild. A bit of wood, some rope, the right kind of knot. Enough to keep his head above water. Enough to push forward. That’s all there is to it.
So, when your life seems shattered by the inevitable storms that come, pick up the pieces and rebuild; maybe even rebuild better. What else can be done.
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