Life is a lot like being capsized near shore, with a big storm on its way. The storm is old age and the shore is where you want to go in life.

The tricky part about making it to shore is getting there...

I mean, sure, you could blame ‘god,’
—“Why have you capsized me?!”

Or you could even blame ‘another,’
—“Man, the owner should have told me this boat sucked.”

But, ultimately, the best thing you can do for yourself is accept it and move on,
—“Okay, I’m already in water, so what do I do from here?”

This is where the tricky part comes in… Sure, you made it past the first hurdle of accepting your situation, but now you have to actually do something about it.

You could always wait for someone to help you,
—“Where is that lifeboat, anyways?”

Or you could just sit there and tread water,
—“Something good is bound to happen if I just pray for it…”

Or you could make the most of your situation and learn how to swim!
—“I’m getting to shore, no matter what!"

Life is a lot like being capsized near shore, with a big storm on its way. The longer you wait, the harder it will be to paddle later on. No one is going to carry you; and you’re lucky as all hell if a lifeboat ever comes your way; but, ultimately, it's just you, and only you.

So, how do you want to go? Drowning in your own ignorant apathy, or fighting your hardest to make it to where you want to be?

—the storm is coming either way…