When the ship had sunk and dreams had been abandoned, the water settled and I found my way to shore. The sun had come to shine. Reality as tangible and warm as concrete on a summers day had finally arrived and I caught my breath as I was led onto a new foundation. I didn’t turn around to watch all my fantasies sinking but I heard them bubbling to the ocean floor. I may have failed as a captain but I succeeded at love. A vision of perfection like Titanic had proven irrevocably impossible but humanity had over run the wreckage like vines devouring an abandoned building. I couldn’t be perfect, but I could be loved, and somehow that was better.