Crossing the Bar

"Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.

But such tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

...

I hope to see my Pilot face to face,
When I have crost the bar."

دلش یه جاس، دغدغه‌هاش یه جاس و زندگی واقعیش یه جا‌.
هزار صدا توی من بهم میگن حست نسبت به انتخابت uncertainty نیست، بلکه اطمینان حاصل کردن از اشتباهه‌، اشتباهی که بهش اصرار داری. پس باید انجامش بدی. خوب انجامش بده.

And may there be no moaning of the bar.