Let's build a boat, they enthused, it's going to be fun.
A hull, mast, stern and sail, is there anything we missed out?
Don't worry, we can do this, we are all in it together.
After all, this boat is going to set sail with all of us on-board.
One by one, we left to do our parts.
The voyage date was set, and a timeline was planned.
I'm tasked to build the hull.
I won't be doing it alone, after all, the hull is the main body of the ship meant to hold everything together and stay afloat. It is a big task, but let's take it on. I have faith in you, and you have it in me, we will trust each other and carry on.
The "we" became a just "me".
One letter difference, but yet it is miles apart.
I don't trust me, myself or I.
With no hull, there won't be any stern.
With no hull, there won't be a place for the mast to be planted on.
And with no mast, there won't be a place for the sail.
There is so many things being bottlenecked by the task that I need to do, alone.
I don't think I can do it. I don't think I can manage. I don't think I'm capable enough to have the entire crew's voyage pinning on my shoulders. It is too much for me to handle. I feel like I am drowning already, even before the ship hit the waters.
The ship needs to set sail regardless.
But what if I can't finish it in time?
But what if I can't mend the holes in the hull?
But what if I...
There isn't room for what ifs..
What needs to be done should be done, regardless.
