I can't shake this feeling like were are all like ancient mariners on a voyage to somewhere, but no one knows how long it will take to get somewhere or if there is a somewhere.

Thinking about jumping overboard is not an option. So, we keep asking each other, 'When do you think we will get somewhere?"

The last time we almost made it somewhere, they turned us back and told us to try to get somewhere again. And bring a map next time.

Sometimes, it feels like the wind does not fill our sails. Do you think they will let us know when we get there?

I thought I saw a bird over there.