M: Ahoy Sailor!
F: Ahoy, fellow sea man!
M: How’s the ship of life?
F: The Sea has been good to me all these years. How about you?
M: My compass is broken. Do you know where are we going?
F: Forward, I guess.
M: Do you have a map?
F: Everyone makes their own.
M: And, you did?
F: I have only chalked out the path I reached here. How about you there?
M: Well, I made mine with the help of ships I met along the way. They came from far off places, crossing the hurdles still unknown to me.
F: Sounds like a great map.
M: But the problem is, I do not know where to go. Wrecked compass, you see.
F: It can not be irreparable
M: I don’t know.
F: Your compass, have you ever let any ship look in to it?
M: I am afraid
F: I can understand
M: How do you manage without a map?
F: I believe in making my own map.
M: You know nothing of the things that lie ahead- huge icebergs, deadly fishes,
F: colorful skies, beautiful mermaids. That’s the thing, you see; The sea around us is constantly changing and you never know what you’ll find.
M: So all those great ships of adventure, are they wrong?
F: I only know that they made their own way.
F: So, will you let me see your compass?
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