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My name is Joy, and I love to write.
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
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Daily Cascade #1098922 added October 8, 2025 at 2:25pm Restrictions: None
Course Unknown? Or is it?
Prompt:
"Sea of destiny" is a metaphor for the overwhelming, unpredictable circumstances of life and one's predetermined life path with the journey through it's challenges leading to a final intended outcome or purpose.
Write about this metaphor for your Blog entry today.
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Such a restless expanse that sea of destiny! It shimmers, too, when the sun hits it at a good angle. Best yet, we're all adrift on it, as I am...on its waters woven from my choices and time and my dreams that gleam, hiding my fears deep under it.
Even if my course was unknown, I set sail on it, once, a long time ago, not knowing this sea had a dual nature. I let its waves carry me gently, as if they knew of my longings. But no, soon, the sea tossed me into storms, as it does to most, just to test my mettle and to let me find out if I could float.
Float I did, but I got seasick, too. Silly me, trusting this sea and its horizon!
Then, a strange serenity took over, close to the end of my journey. From where it arose, I can't tell, but just maybe, now I am seeing the truth. The truth that destiny is not a single line on these waters, but a tide that has moved and keeps moving within me, with my every choice and every surrender.
Now, I see this wasn't my taking a trip or going to anywhere, but the sea was teaching me how to move, how to listen to the wind, how to find light in its depths, and how to stay calm on its waves. In a nutshell, this sea of destiny never showed me where to go, but who I could become during the crossing of it.
Who did I become? Now, isn't that the million-dollar question! I'm still sailing, and that alone is something, wobbly though my sails are.
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