Calling

You live on the shore of a country where the wind is rare. To pass the time, you build a boat. The project is preposterous, and your friends are quick to tell you so. There is no wind.

You make yourself busy with the work of the day, and from time to time you return to the shore. Sometimes you work on the boat. Sometimes you sit in it and wonder where it would take you. Some days you can't look at the boat because your desire for the wind is unbearable.

Then one day, as you like to think you knew it would, the wind comes.

Do you ask the wind if it will continue to blow until you reach safe harbor? Do you request that the wind return when your affairs are more ordered?

Or, having the boat and the wind and suspecting you were born for it, do you set sail?