I studied many times
the marble which was chiseled for me –
the boat with a furled sail at rest in the harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination
but my life.
For love was offered me, and I shrink from its disillusionment;
sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid:
yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life
and now I know that we must lift the sail
and catch the winds of destiny
wherever they drive the boat.
To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness,
that life without meaning is the torture
of restlessness and vague desire –
it is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid.
(Edgar Lee Masters)