In actuality, life is all about sailing in an endless ocean with no sight of a shore or an island. Back in the old days when I was a little kid, whenever I saw the surface of a lake, the only thing that came to my young mind was to play paper boats on it. 

I used to live on the West shore of a river when I was a child. The yard surrounding the house was massive: about 20,000 square feet with tall Tamarind trees embracing it. There was a 3-feet canal just in front of the yard. It doesn’t flow in the summertime but during the rainy season, the water went up to my knees. 

I suppose Paper boats are origami’s that most people grew up playing.

As much as I loved playing with them, my real self could never go on a real boat. 

When I listened to Sailing by Rod Stewart, I envied people who had a sense of direction in where they were going. Some of them, maybe, somewhere near God? What a meaningful life. 

But how about you and me? I ask myself the question. And to my surprise, despite not knowing where I’m headed to, I’ve come far enough. And on my boat, I’ve gathered the happiness that I deserve, mistakes that I didn’t want but had to embrace , regrets that I would throw away in a heartbeat. 

I already want to know where I’ll end up in one week, two months or three years later.