‘Tis the Set of the Sail — or  — One Ship Sails East

But to every mind there openeth,
A way, and way, and away,
A high soul climbs the highway,
And the low soul gropes the low,
And in between on the misty flats,
The rest drift to and fro.

But to every man there openeth, 
A high way and a low,
And every mind decideth,
The way his soul shall go.

One ship sails East,
And another West,
By the self-same winds that blow,
‘Tis the set of the sails
And not the gales,
That tells the way we go.

Like the winds of the sea
Are the waves of time,
As we journey along through life,
‘Tis the set of the soul,
That determines the goal,
And not the calm or the strife.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

This poem was introduced to me by a fellow buddy, V, from the Toastmasters. He knew I would fall in love with it. And Yes indeed! He knows me well. He remembered the couple of navy-inspired speeches that I made passionately.

A solemn reminder that the choices we make that make our destiny. Everything else is a just a distraction – deal with it.

Easier said, yes. But so does everything .

Because securing yourself at port can get you no victory.

A glorious adventure awaiting.

And to get there, a seafarer must sail into unknown adversity!