The nice calm sea view and the crystal clear air that I was enjoying did not last long. Out of a sudden, dark rain clouds started to gather, erasing away every single sign of pretty sunshine. Lightnings sparked across the beautiful panorama, accompanied by loud cracks of thunder and angry roaring wind. Once again, a great storm arose.
In the near darkness, I held the steering wheel tight trying hard to keep my boat steady. Soon, I was soaked in the pouring rain. Frustration started to build in me as I helplessly struggled to hold to my course, hoping to survive the storm.
Every minute seemed to be so long and my patience began to fade away. Although I knew that it was not the time to regret, I just can't help but to blame myself for choosing this path of the journey.
I looked to my left and saw a big ship cruising steadyly through the storm. I wished I was inside the ship but I wasn't that lucky, I had to go through this painful trial.
When I looked to the right, my eyes captured a couple of small boats, some were far smaller than mine, hammered and battered by the strong wind and harsh waves. The people in the small boats were so determined. With dogged persistence and courage, they went forth fighting through the raging storm.
I realized that I wasn't alone in the struggle, in fact there were people striving against worse situation. A deep gratefulness welled up from the bottom of my soul as I held the steering wheel harder. The storm was here to make me a better person, just like the people in the small boats who had walked out of many storms before, experienced and stronger.
As my boat kept on rolling in the chopping sea, the big ship disappeared from my sight. The people in the big ship might not have survived if they were in the small boats.
A little smile appeared on my lips although the warmth of sunshine seemed a thousand miles away.