And yet, there is only one great thing

And I thought over again
My small adventures
As with a shore-wind I drifted out
In my kayak
And thought I was in danger
My fears,
Those small ones
That I thought so big
For all the vital things
I had to get and to reach
And yet, there is only
One great thing,
The only thing:
To live to see in huts and on journeys
The great day that dawns,
And the light that fills the world.

Traditional Inuit Tribal song