We shall sail upon the world like pirates taking treasures of Joy from whichever place we land. Golden sunsets, shimmering waves of love ensconced inside a box for which only we hold the key, given to us with our first breath. So, we breathe. We shall sail upon the world and find ourselves lurking under a boundless sky of sunshine and tormenting storms and rains that last for days and dry deserted wastelands. Darkened depths with crushing pressure creating diamonds or nothing but fragments of our former selves that we burn and use to light our way. Who are we to say who we choose to be? Is it not the job of life to shape us into jewels worthy of being mounted in the crown of God? For we may search and seek and find moments aplenty adorned in hints of who we think we are but, it is not until we sail upon the world alone that we find us. Me. You. That we know if we fit together or if we are best kept apart because the diamonds we made under pressure may shine brighter if we each find our own light. So, let us not stay stagnant, and sit in worry amongst the worst of our crew, for we are warriors. Conquerors! Or are we? Sometimes, we must go, alone, to know.