The Sunken Ship

Today, she is totally confused. She feels like whatever step she is taking only makes whatever situation worse. She almost wants to run to the street, to the park to find an illiterate gypsy to tell her what to do. It feels like all she has learnt so far, all she has experienced do not seem to help her at all. She sits in the dark and thinks and stares at the monitor light. Her mind wanders from the project team, to friends, to family to her. Her mind resembles a cross section of an ocean. Filled with tidal waves on the surface. She tries to dive down. She knows there is a sunken ship on the floor of the ocean that is silent and motionless, that is not sailing anywhere anymore, that is stably anchored to the ground, that has found its peace and destiny and that is not prone to change or time. She stays in her solitude ship for a while knowing she has to let herself float back to the surface again. Where all the tidal waves are.