The Ship

When I was still in my younger days, I was taught that there is only one ship that cannot be built with money or gold, that cannot be made using wood or metal, that even the hand of the nature could not destroy it. The only element in the world that could tarnish its reputation and performance is the hand of mankind. This ship is known to have many names in different language. In a child's simple language, it is FRIENDSHIP. In a couple's dating language, it is simply RELATIONSHIP. For some grown up adults, in their refined language, it is none other than FELLOWSHIP. As for me, I would choose the term FRIENDSHIP... as it is the basis in forming a relationship between a guy and a girl, in refining the fellowship among colleagues of the same faith, same congregation, common calling. In short, fellowship and relationship could only be formed if friendship is the centre of individuals involved.

Time seems to be the only witness as to how the Ship would be built upon; the materials used, the craftsmen involved, the sacrifices made and the designs on its surface. Time has witnessed how a delicate hand would form the skeleton of the Ship, how a tender mind would fashion its compartments, how a feeble foot would pave its corridors from one end to another. All these were but the fundamentals in the building, shaping and strengthening The Ship.

As the vast universe has grown into a global village, world communities seem to grow distant apart, separated by the walls of self-centredness, concrete fences of hatred and misunderstanding and coils of unresolved offenses. Alas, the Ship tries its best to land on a harbour, even the Lighthouse has paved the way for it. Inch by inch the Ship tries to anchor in. Upon the shore, some caring people have noticed its coming, thus begin to lay palm leaves to welcome it. Some indifferent ones seem not to be bothered.

The heart's core is glad there is still human touch in the global world. This is all we need to mend the broken Ship. This is all the Ship needs to anchor its mark in each heart.

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