The Freedom Boat

Today was a monumental day following probably the greatest Labor Day of my life. As I’m writing this under a flashlight haze, it’s hard to really come to grips with the idea of my present life. Laying in the belly of a newly splashed sailboat, which has already had so much soul, dreams, and love painted into it essence, has instilled both of us with a newfound sense of freedom and peace. Every day is an expedition in a new land and every minute ticks more ambition and drive into the goal of my life, which is freedom to recreate my sense of what is possible during a lifetime.

I know that life is so far outside what society creates for us, that it is almost sad to realize how much time we have wasted worrying about the insignificant things that we let plague us in day-to-day life. Little dramas, that we put so high up on the totem pole, fall back down to where they should rest when we just take into account how colossal everything else is compared to us. A twenty-five dollar parking ticket, at times, seems far bigger than any mountain, or river, or galaxy. I think the first step is to put our time to better use. We can minimize the troubles that appear so big, by looking to the things that are so much greater, larger than ourselves. To find something that we love, and enjoy will bring along all the happiness that the mystic world seems to be keeping hidden and secret. These secret parallels to our little lives, can be unveiled through passion, love, and true belief that an open set of eyes can see the beacon of happiness meant for us to discover.