A small wooden boat drifted aimlessly upon the vast, endless sea. Its oars had been lost to the currents, and the wind whispered softly against its empty hull. Alone, it bobbed on the waves, surrendering to whatever direction the ocean chose.
One day, a great pelican landed upon its bow. The boat, though silent, felt the weight of the bird and wondered if this was a sign of purpose.
"Where are you going?" the boat seemed to ask.
The pelican ruffled its feathers and gazed out toward the horizon. "Wherever the wind and water take me," it replied.
The boat thought for a moment. "But I am lost. I have no way to move."
The pelican tilted its head. "You are floating, are you not?"
"Yes."
"Then you are moving."
The boat pondered this. Had it been struggling for control when it was already on a path?
The pelican stretched its wings and took flight, leaving the boat once more alone on the water. But now, the boat did not feel lost. It simply floated, trusting the sea to carry it where it needed to go.
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