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| The Patron Saint of Optimism-Another dopeless hope fiend! |
Nevertheless, there is not one ship that doesn't sail to a port where life is not uncomfortable. The future just isn't what it used to be. Yet, you don't quit countries, you quit people, and I have to say the best ships are friendships, and I have met some amazing people while sailing around the world.
Impossible Is Nothing
Going out to sea is the infinity of hope, the preview of life's coming attractions where you have final cut in your own movie. You can lose yourself in the ocean's food for thought. Its menu is the meal, and itineraries are full of promises. It gives you a sense of destination and the energy to get started again.
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| The weather is here wish you were beautiful |
But I'm not a sailor . Maybe a sailor with a small s. Living on a ship, however, might be summed up as monotony tinged with hysteria. It's not real life but an alibi. It is like going out of your mind everyday- in order to come to your senses; and a fool who persists in his folly becomes wise. After 10 ships, yes ten, I no longer want to cast doubt on perfection-America. There's nothing I wouldn't do for my country , and there's nothing it wouldn't do for me. And that's the way we go through life - doing nothing for each other.
Embracing the (expat)life forced upon me, I have had nothing to do and all day to do it. An accident of birth, being born in the USA, I won the geographically-desirable-places-to-live-on-the-planet lottery, and have squandered my inheritence in the United States of Unconsciousness, a shared hallucination of "any place but here" and " the grass is greener".
The grass actually is greener where you water it.
