Sailing, Drifting

Someone said to me that they like sailing. Drifting in the middle of the ocean, taking in the scenery, watching the sunset over the ends of world.
They like being alone, just sucking it in. Surviving independently in the midst of calamity. Taking all those rough winds and high tides, absorbing those negative powers into light-hope of a better journey ahead.

Though, some of these people say that the hardest part of sailing is when you have two on the boat. Two on board means:

2 hopes
2 desires
2 ambitions
2 dreams
2 feelings

One might ask, "What is in that fuss of twos?"
One might answer, "Keeping both at bay, both equally happy and song."

Then comes the challenges of sailing in twos.
As those ferocious tides and waves come splashing at you, destroying your boat of faith, killing the captain of hope and finally dismantling those flags of trusts.
Both of you are knocked unconscious, waking up knowing that you have drifted, far far away from each other. Hoping that when the tides reside and ocean calms you will drift back again.

Those that are strong with wit and courage of the seas will peddle hard and strong to get back on the boat and sail once more as twos. Hoping that another storm won't dent their boat.

Others, well, drift and drift and drift. Finally sailing alone.

Winds have came on our boat, turbulating and rocking, I slipped, but I'm holding tight, tight as knot to those handles of joy. No storm nor tide can take me down. Oh no no... I am holding tight.
The question is now, are you?