Given the opportunity and a tiny boat, if you are as bad at sailing as I am, you might find yourself very wet, cold and in the middle of a sea. A moonless night will dawn shortly and leave you in pitch blackness, so alone, and so very very cold. This is an analogy. This—is your life.

The goal is to get dry before it’s too late. The sea is treacherous, and you are severely unqualified, but there is hope for you. Miracles do happen. Althought becoming dry will not make you less alone, nor will it make you less hungry, at least you won’t be freezing, and that’s something. And, maybe, just maybe, freed from freezing, you might figure out the next step.