Life, destiny and its journey

From the air-port. If someone doesn't have the
will to live, still that someone carries hope.
Hope of fulfilling the dreams, the wishes, the
promise and so on. I think this is called life;
its hope against hope, from receiving end to
the giving end or vice-versa. I think myself
as a sailor who lost the was and just praying
to God to get back the directing. Very often
his face is dejected in frustration and desperation
in trying to get it. The sailor has an angel by the name
of his mother who constantly asking him to pray
to God. This is only drive in his journey.
Inside he always feels empty. He wants to laugh,
cry, dance and do everything which an normal
human would do. But to do all that, he has to get
to his destiny. Pray for the sailor and for me
to achieve the lost dream!