You are your own life’s captain
A few weeks ago, I received an email that pierced my heart so deep and tortured me so agonisingly. In the end, I decided not to respond to it. But it still pains me, and writing about this is a release and a closure to this chapter.
I interpreted that email as patronising, accusary and a final cut to the strands of friendship that I thought we had.
My final thoughts on this, we are all captains of our own lives.
Unless we are forced, coerced, or against our will, we, as human beings, have the free will to choose the path to take. If your live became screwed up, upside down, inside out, you only have yourself to blame. Blaming others is the easy way out, our way of denying responsibilities and ownership.
We are our own captains of our lives. If we feel that we don’t have to live our lives for others, then we don’t have to. If we feel that’s the right way to go, then go for it. If we feel that’s the path not worth taking, then don’t take it. But if we decided to take that path, then we have to accept whatever that path has to offer as our own. If the offering is good, our path is then worth while. If the offering is bad, it’s God’s way of teaching us something.
Finally, using vulgarities just show how vulgar a captain we are.
Juice Bar 
Aye , words of wisdom it is matey.
It’s not easy to face up to the truth at times.
Attached is a similar story found here http://www.motivationtidbits.com/newsletter_14.html
Attached is the story for your convenience.
A man found a cocoon of a butterfly. One day a small opening appeared; he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther.
Then the man decided to help the butterfly, so he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening were nature’s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If nature allowed us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been.
And we could never fly…