A journey marked by confusion
My situation can be summed up in one word: disoriented. This is not a trivial matter; I am at a crucial moment where decisions are more necessary than ever, but indecision paralyzes me. My boat, full of unnecessary things, has become an emotional burden that makes me feel more and more drowning.
The dilemma of forgotten objects
With every object around me, I ask myself: do I really need all this? There are several andromines that have been here for so long that they have become part of my everyday landscape, although their usefulness is a mystery. The idea of getting rid of some of them gives me unusual anxiety.
The weight of the past
As I stand at the helm of the ship, with the sea in my hands, my thoughts wander. I should be enjoying the scenery around me and preparing for the next stop, but here I am, immobilized and waiting for a revelation that never comes. Pending decisions keep me stuck in a maze of doubts.
The violinists and their impending riot
As the days pass, the situation becomes more and more unsustainable. The musicians I hired seem to be preparing a riot. I haven’t heard them play in a while, and the silence is heavy. His restlessness is palpable; they owe them some money that is piling up like the waves that threaten my ship.
An unexpected contract
I remember how I found them one morning, browsing through ads. That catchy line drew me in: ‘Let’s put music to your wreck!’ I got carried away and hired them without thinking about the consequences. Now, their constant noise mixes with the screaming of my worries.
The fight for survival
The tension on board is unbearable. The violinists approach, demanding what is owed to them. The fear of sinking becomes more real with each request. I look around, looking for a solution, a plan that can help me restore balance to the ship.
Rearrange the ship
One of the violinists suggests redistributing the ship’s weight. Your idea makes me think. Maybe it’s time to start moving things, to do an act of purification. With a little help, we begin to rearrange the space, to eliminate what we don’t need. And surprisingly, the ship begins to refloat.
A new beginning
With each movement, I feel lighter. The emotional charge dissolves, and with it, my indecision. The ship revives, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I can move forward. Maybe, just maybe, I’m about to discover a new horizon.
