Imagine you’re a fisherman on a vast, unpredictable sea. Some days, you’re out in a small, sturdy boat, anchored close to a rocky island where you know the fish are plentiful, but the weather is slow to change, and you can’t catch much until the tides turn. Other days, you’re on a fast sailboat, darting across open waters, chasing schools of fish that seem to appear and disappear without warning, sometimes only to find out they weren’t really there to begin with. You might find yourself believing there’s treasure on the horizon, even if it’s just a mirage. In this sea, you can’t always rely on the currents to guide you, and what you think is a sure catch might be nothing more than a wave of excitement that vanishes as quickly as it appeared. Some boats sail with certainty, but the rewards are slow, while others seem to fly with the wind, promising riches, but their direction is often as fickle as the breeze.

Steady waves roll by,
Chasing winds on restless seas,
Truth lies in the drift.