Afloat

I am reminded today of a boat sailing at the middle of an open sea. From above the boat is nothing. The huge sea can just gobble it, and it would be difficult to find any trace the boat was ever there. The boat might just vanish into oblivion.

The boat can be blown away in many directions. To its left, right, anywhere. One thing is clear thou, the boat isn’t quite sure where to go. It doesn’t have any definite direction. It can get lost. Or, it may not.

The unpredictability of the circumstances makes the whole scenario a lot more beautiful. The boat, thou lifeless, can experience many thrilling moments. It is at the mercy of the wind. The wind can either be kind or cruel. Whatever happens, the boat is off to an adventure. At some point, it’s a win-win for the boat. There's nothing to be afraid of: sharks, getting drowned. To begin with, the boat doesn’t feel anything. It cannot feel anything. It’s lifeless.

Which makes it quite disadvantageous now. While the boat is off to a marvellous adventure, it will not in any way be able to rejoice on whatever triumphs it may experience along the way. It cannot yell, it cannot cry. It’s nothing. It will remain a wooden boat. Stiff to be exact. The adventure will be over and it will just be nothing for the boat. Another routine.

If in any way you find this piece a crap, it really is. My mind wanders. I have just been to quite a few places today. Classes won’t start until the first week of March. I’m pretty much like the boat: sailing. The only difference is that I’m feeling everything, every single moment, and I’m enjoying it.