Coming back home always alters my perspective of life and its issues. It’s like every time I step off the ship I’m a new person. The time spent onboard changes me. If it wasn’t for my friends I’d never even realise it. I’m not sure if it’s for the better or for the worse but I stand before them a changed person every time I meet them.
It was quite refreshing meeting a whole lot of my old friends and buddies and forging new relationships this time around. But the happier and more satisfied I feel the sadder are the lows that hit me when I think about the limited time this joyful time will last. Soon it shall be time for me to step aboard a new ship and a whole new period of life begins.
I’m yet to come to terms with the fact that this is how my life shall continue to be for a long time to come. Selling the years of my life to earn a living. Desperate desires to take forward relationships consume me every time I’m back, which I need to tell myself will never work out since I won’t be around. Forcing myself to keep my emotions in check and not get carried away even if it means hurting or losing people I may secretly be fond of and might care a lot for. It is frustrating and it is hard to explain this to everyone around me but such is my life and the path I tread on.
I love sailing, there’s no doubt about that. But the detachment from my emotional side is what I still need to master. The change over from the breathless beauty within people to the breathless beauty of nature still takes me a while. Some times I feel I’d rather keep sailing than come home in between ships, just so I can save myself the agony of experiencing the beauty within human beings which deters me from leaving again. But then again I guess it’s the limited time ashore (home) that makes every feeling, every meeting and every experience so much more special and worth while.
I ought to take this opportunity to thank everyone who’s made this trip of mine back home so special and wonderful. Who have brought out in me the feelings I’ve not felt in a very long time.
It was quite refreshing meeting a whole lot of my old friends and buddies and forging new relationships this time around. But the happier and more satisfied I feel the sadder are the lows that hit me when I think about the limited time this joyful time will last. Soon it shall be time for me to step aboard a new ship and a whole new period of life begins.
I’m yet to come to terms with the fact that this is how my life shall continue to be for a long time to come. Selling the years of my life to earn a living. Desperate desires to take forward relationships consume me every time I’m back, which I need to tell myself will never work out since I won’t be around. Forcing myself to keep my emotions in check and not get carried away even if it means hurting or losing people I may secretly be fond of and might care a lot for. It is frustrating and it is hard to explain this to everyone around me but such is my life and the path I tread on.
I love sailing, there’s no doubt about that. But the detachment from my emotional side is what I still need to master. The change over from the breathless beauty within people to the breathless beauty of nature still takes me a while. Some times I feel I’d rather keep sailing than come home in between ships, just so I can save myself the agony of experiencing the beauty within human beings which deters me from leaving again. But then again I guess it’s the limited time ashore (home) that makes every feeling, every meeting and every experience so much more special and worth while.
I ought to take this opportunity to thank everyone who’s made this trip of mine back home so special and wonderful. Who have brought out in me the feelings I’ve not felt in a very long time.
