A boat with no oars

I used to think of life like an ocean and me a small boat with no oars to paddle. Life would essentially toss me about and almost tip me right over and I did nothing because I was without oars.

But then one day I discovered oars and suddenly there I was steering myself through the waves of life and granted the waters aren’t always smooth but that’s what makes things interesting.

We’d get bored if it was always smooth sailing.

 

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