Dear friend π§βπ€βπ§,
π What is this, our life?
π£ A boat adrift on the sea β
and all we know for certain is that one day,
we shall capsize. β°οΈ
Here we are, two good old boats β΅β΅
faithful neighbors π
,
and your steady hand π€
has often kept me from tipping over π.
Let us voyage on π,
each for the otherβs sake β€οΈ,
for a long time yet β³ β
a long time! βΎοΈ
We would miss each other so. π
Calm seas π€οΈ, good winds π,
and above all β sun βοΈ ποΈ :
what I wish for myself, I wish for you too π.
And forgive me that my gratitude π
can find expression only in such a wish β¨
and has no influence
on wind π¬οΈ or weather π§οΈ.
Your devoted friend,
Friedrich Nietzsche ποΈ