We base our whole lives on what we have to show for. All I ever hear people say is something along the lines of how they are 30 years old and have nothing to show for it. This is crazy to me. I am 26 and until last week I had nothing to show for it. It didn’t bother me though, in fact, I don’t have a single regret in my life so far and I probably won’t. I don’t value my life on what I “have to show for it.” I value my life on something far more important to me, my memories. They will never be taken. And nothing that has value in our society will ever bring a smile to my face or a tear from my eye quicker then memories of my friends, family, and my experiences.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Rich with...shit, I forgot
We base our whole lives on what we have to show for. All I ever hear people say is something along the lines of how they are 30 years old and have nothing to show for it. This is crazy to me. I am 26 and until last week I had nothing to show for it. It didn’t bother me though, in fact, I don’t have a single regret in my life so far and I probably won’t. I don’t value my life on what I “have to show for it.” I value my life on something far more important to me, my memories. They will never be taken. And nothing that has value in our society will ever bring a smile to my face or a tear from my eye quicker then memories of my friends, family, and my experiences.
Friday, April 15, 2005
I want to be a nomad
It hit me as I pulled back in to my new slip. My dream had come true. I can’t believe it only took two and a half years, and now she is mine… Yesterday I bought an Ericson 35 sailboat. My friends Sean and Raquel accompanied me on the maiden voyage of NOMAD VI. As we pulled out of the harbor my heart began to race. We headed into the wind, raised the sails, and the cut the engine. The sound of the wind is so simple, it’s almost hypnotizing. It would be nice if you could come sailing on her one day.
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