15 November 2025, @mariannewest’s Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2922: Fleet

We live in a fleet of days — a quiet armada moving forward whether we are ready or not. Some days shine like polished decks under a bright sun. Others creak in the storm, leaking fears and doubts into our shoes.

We think we are captains — strong, determined, in control. But the truth is simpler: we are passengers, hoping the waves will be kind.

Time does not ask for permission. It sails with or without us, and sometimes we only notice how far we’ve gone when the shore behind us becomes a thin line we can barely recognize.

We rush. We plan. We chase. We try to catch every opportunity like a boat leaving the harbor. But no matter how fast we move, the horizon stays just out of reach — reminding us that the journey matters more than arrival.

Maybe real success is learning to breathe with the tide. To accept that some dreams will drift away. To be grateful for those that stay anchored in our hearts a little longer.

If life is a fleet, then let each day be a vessel worth remembering — not for distance traveled, but for the courage it took to leave the shore.🚢