A floating boat

She was 17 when she was on a boat. She was 17 when she recalled that when she was 7, her dad sailed her to the middle of the lake. She missed it as it was one of the most peaceful moments of her life.

Rainwater filled up half, yet the boat was still floating on the surface. She stepped on with caution. The lake seemed calm and quiet, yet for another step she took, the boat fell into imbalance. The rainwater bothered her for a while, then she was just too distracted by the beautiful sceneries around and forgot about it. Once she settled in, sat down, she felt the calmness, the cozy breeze of a summer day. It was sunset, she recalled. She remembered that her dad was so gentle when he sailed to push the boat moved forward. The waves were playful as they spread.

When she was 17 she was on a different boat, and by this time she was on her own. The tides rode. All of the sudden, she realized she was in the middle of the ocean. In the morning, it’s all flattened. The wind was friendly, and the sun though was burning but still energetic. She loved them as they were her besties. Yet, as the night came, the sun left, the wind turned wild, and she couldn’t bring herself calmness. She was stormy inside. She was not sure what to do to move forward, as she had never been the one who holds the paddles. She was going through a hard time, a wavy peak, a vigorous fluctuation. She was scared of the surrounding, yet she was unconfident of her ability to take the lead. She was weak, coward, and helpless. She thought she would sink to the bottom of the ocean. She thought her boat would be broken into millions of pieces.

But then she lived. It was then she realized how lucky she was to have an unwreckable boat. She did not believe that she would make it, but she kept sailing. She was fragile, but the boat was tough. Her dad built the boat for her.


Published by Igobiebb

B (Q.Trang) is a creative multipotentialite who has lived away from home since fourteen, currently living in Tokyo city. She loves writing, cooking, swimming, talking to people and chasing thrills.

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