Weight shifts back and forth and somehow the ship does not sink.
“That’s because I have big-ass tanks underneath. You just can’t see them. Whenever there is a shift in weight distribution, I just fill these up. With anything, really. Water, coffee, beer, wine. Love and affection, or much more. Just don’t let hate flow into those, it’s a false balance.
I am the tanker of tranquility.
These days I am sailing through rough waters. My propeller keeps going round and round, and with it, I refill, empty, unload and reload my tanks. All the sustenance that is needed I already carry. Sometimes I get a little help from a barkeeper or people close to me. They can refill your tank as well.
So be sure to have a port that you can call your base. It’s rough out there.”