Two people sit as close to the sea as they can, witnessing the sunset through the calming poetry of the waves. A world they are part of, and a world they can call home. Listening with all their senses, they hear the performance of life’s orchestra, as it is told in each given moment. 
And by the ebbing life of the water, Yasiin Bey tells a story:

A story about this life we all share. Of the tragedies that will come, but also the proof of light we can all bear witness to. 

Within the poem lies an admiration for the shared conditions we are all bound by. What a gift life is—but also how the heart, in its lifetime, will encounter sorrow and pain.
For tragedy will, inevitably, come to all of us. But it should not awaken fear of living, or make us doubt the beauty. 
On the contrary, we should stand in awe of this life we’ve been given, and through presence, old truths of gratitude will be rediscovered as something entirely new. 
Life exists all around us, this is the reminder we return to again and again, in joy and in difficulty.
With the wind behind us, we often smile at the poetry of existence — but in the journey we never expected (where everything collapses), we rarely allow gratitude to take hold of us.

In these reflections, we at the magazine have come to understand that one can speculate endlessly about one’s life and wish for the fulfillment of aspirations. But again and again, we find that the only certainty we can lean into is the poetry of coincidence.
And so, we acknowledge a new kind of direction—one that can always be followed, regardless of goals or desires: A compass of love. 

In this way, our journey will always be the right one, no matter where we end up. Of course, we may have goals, dreams, wishes, and ideas about this life. But if our true north is the love we give to the world—and not the love we receive — then we will always move in the right direction and find union with the world around us.