Ships sail East, and ships sail West,
While the selfsame breezes blow,

It's the set of the sails, and not the gales,
That determine the way they go.

Like the winds of the sea,
Are the ways of fate,

As we journey along through life,

It's the set of the soul,
That determines the goal,
And not the calm nor the strife.

                                                                         _Author Unknown