Much of life is all about the timing.

"Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence."  Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth

I've always liked the imagery of two ships passing in the night. Each on a journey with a goal and destination in mind.

One heading towards where the other is coming from. One seeming to be returning. A moment in time each on a different part of their voyage. They meet and continue on.

Will there ever be a time when they will meet in a safe harbor and decide to leave together on a voyage of their own?