Lights on the Sea

Life is a nomadic journey. A road without trees to shelter us from the rain, without shoulders on which to rest, without lighthouses to show us the way when we are lost. I can’t waste the life I’ve been given by standing still and lamenting the past until my days run out. I must get up and fight; I must keep providing for my family. I must keep moving forward, not just for myself, but also for my daughter and for all those who are no longer with us. Because in the end, that’s why we’re here, right? The only reason we are given life is to live it.

Life is a constant journey. We move from one place to another,” said Aga. “The journey is what makes a fish different than a rock, movement different from stillness, light from darkness, life from death.

A home is built from our experiences, from the people we meet along the way, and, more than anything, from how we decide to journey through life. Life is movement. A precarious equilibrium that can change in an instant.

can’t waste the life I’ve been given by standing still and lamenting the past until my days run out. I must get up and fight;

Bitterness and blame only imprison us and prevent us from moving forward.

For months after Dylan died, she hadn’t left her room. She could hardly get out of bed. She remembered how sleeping was the only peace she could find during that time, the only thing that took away the pain.

home is built from our experiences, from the people we meet along the way, and, more than anything, from how we decide to journey through life.

There is nothing we can do about death. It’s out of our control. As long as we are alive, the only thing we can do is live.

Dylan wouldn’t have wanted to see our lives lost in a sea of regret. We can’t keep making the same mistakes we’ve made all these years. We can’t remain grounded in fear and in the past. We must take control of the direction of our lives again. We owe it to him, and we owe it to ourselves.

We failed him by allowing our pain to extinguish his light.

Not fear of forgetting him, but fear of moving on with our lives, fear of realizing our dreams. We were afraid of being happy again without him.

You can’t,” Aga answered firmly. “But we can become stronger, so the weight doesn’t hold us back on our journey.

The past can be a heavy burden,” Aga said. “How do you lighten it?

Life is a nomadic journey, Mr. Grapes. A road without trees to shelter us from the rain, without shoulders on which to rest, without lighthouses to show us the way when we are lost. I can’t waste the life I’ve been given by standing still and lamenting the past until my days run out. I must get up and fight; I must keep providing for my family. I must keep moving forward, not just for myself, but also for my daughter and for all those who are no longer with us. Because in the end, that’s why we’re here, right? The only reason we are given life is to live it.

It’s not about the time we’ve wasted, Rose, but about what we do with the time we have left.

It’s time to start living.

A fish that looks like a rock is still a fish, isn’t it?

The past can be a heavy burden,

The only reason we are given life is to live it.