the story of a speedboat

What is the first thing that crosses your mind when you look at these 2 pics?

From what i see, it looks a lot like us, us as in human. As you can see there are 2 bigger fishing boats which is anchored very closely to each other and coincide?

I would like to equate the 2 old and huge fishing boats as our parents, and the speeding boat as us, the son and daughter.

There will come a day when our parents will think that we are old enough to walk our own future without them guiding us anymore, therefore they will learn to let go of their hand and heavy-heartedly encourage us to find our own world beyond theirs.

The day come when our parents will stood at the doorside and watches us leaving them behind. Tears will run down the cheek of the mother whereas the father would need to console the sobbing wife and yet holding back the tears while watching his son or daugther leaving.

But what happen to the child? Once he knows that the binding rope has been release, he will speed off into the horizon as fast as possible without even the slighthest intention to look back at them for one more time.

Nobody knows what will happen to the small little speedboat. Can he survive the high waves that awaits him in front? Does he knows when to slow down and when not to slow down? Does he knows his limitation in the world of the unknown. What will happen to him?

The final queestion, will it ever return to the old fishboats that had once protected him from heavy storm and high waves?

Take a minute to think about this...

signed out..

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