What will be, will be.

I wrote this haiku in a moment of helplessness, when life felt like a sea in turmoil. Events and emotions swirled around me faster than I could process, and I felt powerless to resist their pull. Like waves, each new demand crashed in before the last one faded, leaving me struggling just to stay afloat.

For me, this poem carries feelings of helplessness and being overwhelmed. The sea becomes a mirror of that emotional state: vast, unrelenting, and indifferent to whether I sink or swim.

However, sometimes life is not about mastering the waves, but about accepting their rhythm. In letting go of the illusion of control, we may find a strange kind of peace. The stillness that comes not from calm waters, but from the resilience to keep moving even as the sea rages on.