On my 19th day in Lake Sebu, I witnessed a breathtaking sunset. I snapped a few photos but soon decided to put my camera away. I wanted to simply sit back and soak in the vibrant colors and chaos before me.
As I watched the sky change, my eyes fell on two boats bobbing on the water, and I was reminded of an old story.
Years ago, while volunteering at an orphanage, I became friends with two people. We bonded over our shared passion for storytelling, but our friendship was complicated; we were three very different individuals. One day, one of them wrote a story called “The Three Little Boats.” It followed three boats setting out into rough seas, searching for the perfect spot to anchor.
It was a beautiful tale, beautifully written, and it resonated deeply with me. Those were dark times in my life, a period I rarely discuss now, but that story gave me hope. It made me believe that one day, we would find our own safe harbor—a place to call home.
Now, those two friends have families of their own. We all faced our share of struggles, braving the storm-tossed sea of life. They found their harbors, their places to dock.
I like to think that those two little boats have finally found their home.
As for the third boat…
It’s still sailing, still searching for that perfect place to anchor.