Thailand's Major Distortion Tħejji l-Sinġlu l-Ġdid "The Lone Sailor!"

Jekk l-erbi hija reali, dawn il-ħolm se jlestu mbiegħed minn dak li għajnejna jafu jaraw.

Fil-bar tal-port fejn il-baħħara jiġbru biex jibdlu stejjer tal-baħar, raġel wieħed dejjem jidher fil-stejjer tagħhom. Isimuh "lost sailor.". "Oh, huwa seta' jkun l-iġnorant l-iktar fuq l-art biex jivvjaġġa bil-batil waħdu fil-oċean hekk," wieħed mis-suldati qal.

"Ħaqq! Ħadd fil-qalbu ma jagħmel hekk. Qiegħed jagħmel biex joqtol lilu nnifsu?" ieħor żied. "M'iniex ser nirrekluta lilu bħala suldat tal-baħar tiegħi jekk qed ifittex xogħol jew xi ħaġa," kaptan wieħed ħares. "Ħadd ma jaf ismu veru," marinaru antik u rtirat qal. "Imma kien hawn darba." Il-bar waqa' fil-silenzju, l-unika ħoss kien il-ġarr ta' rum.

"What does he look like?" sailor żgħir staqsa.

"He looks like you," the old man replied. "Everyone has their own reason to go out there. Some look for money, some for experience, and some try to escape life." The old man coughed before continuing. "When I was a young sailor, I always saw one man in this bar, sitting at the corner table with only one bottle. I knew him. He lived in the valley, happy with his family, working a 9-to-5 job. Every morning, I'd see him walk to work at the local business near this bar."

Everyone listened intently. "He had everything we try to build here. Why was he out there? What happened?" one of the sailors asked. "Dreams, son. He was chasing his dreams," the old man replied. "There are two main types of men: survivors and fighters. Survivors avoid problems, waiting for them to come their way. Fighters do the opposite. Everyone is born with a big hole in their heart and soul. We have to fill this hole with the life we live, or we will never complete it." He paused, then added, "To me, he's not lost at sea. He went there alone to face his fears and complete his life. He's a 'lone sailor.'"