Lost at Sea

What's up world. Happy Monday. Better yet, happy less-than-a-month-til-Spring-Break. Things continue to be chill on the college campus. No complaints about that. I had the PFA this morning, I did as well as I wanted to. Now I just gotta keep it together and coast through the summer.

I found a new song while studying Saturday. Well I found a bunch and downloaded them all but there's one in particular I like called "Lost at Sea". It's all about literally getting lost at sea with a girl and having no worries and just riding out the rough waves in the coziness of your boat.

It made me realize how nice that idea sounds. Next to exploring and exciting adventures, nothing sounds better than just leaving the rocky coast behind and sailing away forever. All through life there's stress and money and work involved that never seems to go away. The thought of leaving it all behind to drift from one abandoned beach to the next is blissful. This is all assuming you have sufficient equipment; water, food, showers, and a big enough boat all are nothing short of necessities.

But let's say you do have a big sail boat, stocked to the brim with your ever need, and you just left the shores of America behind with no one but your lady and your sailors intuition. You could just sail for the scattered islands of the Caribbean without worrying about when you're getting there or what you'll do on the way.

The days would be spent enjoying an endless supply of tropical cocktails, fused with the occasional ocean dip. The nights would be spent being rocked to sleep by the gentle caress of Poseidon. If there's rain when the morning comes, time would still pass on inside the comfort of the cabin, still without a care in the world. And after an indefinite amount of time spent lost at sea, land would come into view. The beautiful sparkling ocean would be replaced with a beautiful sandy beach. More cocktails, hors d'oeuvres, and peacefulness would be had on land before returning to sea. Depending on your supplies, life like this could forever.

No stress, no bothers, no money, no assholes, no problems. I feel like this is what a lot of people dream about in one form or another. I've written before about blasting off in my own space-yacht to tour the galaxy with my friends, and it's the same concept. The downside of having a ridiculously productive ("productive") country is the constant desire to leave it all behind to get lost at sea where the incessant problems fade from view with the Miami skyline. It's why people drink, it's why people cheat on their spouses, and it's why I treat life like a vacation.

As much as college life differs from being lost at sea in almost every aspect, I can still make the best of everything and keep my sanity. Every weekend when that last 2-hour Friday class let's out, it's the start of my sailboat journey. Instead of packing my bags and boarding the vessel, I stack my notebooks on the shelf and check Karen into Haggin. Instead of untying and pushing off, I make some tea and boot up the Xbox. Instead of relaxing on deck watching the clouds and swimming in the ocean, Karen and I watch a movie and play some ping pong. Instead of grilling up a burger, we'll make a big pot of Ramen in the microwave and enjoy it just as much.

The similarities don't lie in the beauty of the view outside the porthole, the weather outside, or the isolation from the world. But for a couple of days while watching movies, ordering pizza, and finding out next exotic destination on Google Earth; the worries fade, the time passes peacefully, and in a way it let's me get lost at sea.

Then when Sunday afternoon rolls around it's back to the marina. We tie back onto the dock, unpack our things, and clear customs back into the real world. And when you can do that every four or five days, it's just enough to keep yourself from dropping out of school and signing up as a deck scrubber for Carnival. Plus when you're able to count the weeks between real vacations with your fingers, it simply bides the time.

Sooner or later I'll be 60 and retired with a lot of money. I'll eventually be reading this post on the porch of my beach house (THAT'S RIGHT, YOU BETTER BE LIVING IN A BEACH HOUSE, or at least something of equal or greater value). The time will come when my stresses go away forever and the dream of never having to work another day in my life becomes reality. The ironic thing is when I hit that point I doubt I'll feel glad that it's finally over. I'll probably end up wanting to go back to where I am right now, getting lost at sea with the people I love most.



Ha! I bet I'll get goosebumps to that in the future. Until next time...