I have studied many times

The marble which was chiseled for me--

A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor

In truth it pictures not my destination

But my life

For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;

Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;

Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances

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

But life without meaning is the torture

Of restlessness and vague desire--

It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid