I am a ship at sea, happy and proud. A ship that thought it was going in the right direction. A ship that thought all the engines were purring, the shipmates were doing their job, and it’s captain was respected and perhaps loved. However, a light on the bank is shining. They are not going in the right direction. The ship turns but the engines fail. Engineman are working around the clock to get them running. In the mean time, the rocks are getting closer. If only I had seen the light sooner I could have raised an alarm.
The sound of the waves crashing against the rocks are now heard inside the ship. Sailors are questioning whether the captain is making good decisions. The captain himself is wondering why did the ship fail him. Is the light correct and guide me to port, or is it a horrible storm with lightning meant to shake me up and question themselves and their judgements.
Which light are you? Where are you? The ocean is getting restless and it seems the the ship doesn’t have much time. The only chance they have is to change out everything. Replace all the engines. Swap out the props. Check the navigation equipment. Change the rudder. Is it enough? Will the ship be saved or will it be lost to sea, forgotten. If I am saved, am I the same ship as before when I was first set to sea so many years ago?
Time is the only one who knows.