Picking up the Anchor

Such a fickle world we live in. Starving for attention only to beg for some space in the moments to follow. Always fighting between what we think and what we feel. What we want, what we need. Love is beauty, love is terrifying. How come? How is it that what we want seems to be just past the tips of your fingers as you viciously swing to grasp it? The door swings both ways though. What others seem to desire from you, always seems to be what you cannot contribute back. An inevitable paradox to which life grants us the emotions to handle. Laugh at what you cannot change. Cry at the things outside your control. Grow from the trials that bring you down. Never fear the volatile swing of life as you endure. This too shall pass, as will the others to come.

Murphy's Law is a bit of a pessimistic view of the world around us. It states that "Whatever you want, the world will thusly present you with the exact opposite". Fight it. Fight the notion that the world is cynical and will never give you what you want. The world is just and kind, not malevolent. There are times though that it would appear that this "Law" may not be as ridiculous as one would think. Sometimes it seems as if the only person you want to talk to, never has their phone near by, or is always to busy to catch up. On the flip-side though, the one who is pining for you, that would do anything to call you their own, who worships the ground that you have just retreated from, is the one YOU will make up the excuses to; "My phone died" "Sorry, it's been a long day". Unrequited love is one of the toughest trials to experience. Over analyzing every word that comes flying your way in hopes that there still might be a chance for you yet. We continue torturing ourselves with hope, when in reality, some ships sail.

My question is "Why are you still docked at port?" The world is full of amazing and wonderful experiences. New people to meet, adventures to have, and memories to live. I know it's not easy. Losing love, or worse, loving without being loved back, is painful. Hell, it's detrimental to your being. Think about it this way though. Would life be as much fun if everything just worked out, and you never really had to try? What kind of accomplishment is there in knowing that the world is sitting there for you on a silver platter? It is the art of failing that makes life worth while. To experience loss, only to discover success is the real beauty in living. So failure isn't the end, only the start of the real fun. Like I've said before, we are all human and believe me, mistakes are in our DNA. So give it your all. Accept defeat (if it should happen) and let's get to the good part already.

Oh my Wanderers, flying through open water, docked at port, or lost at sea, take note of this metaphor. We are all in our boats. Better to sail with fear of sinking, then to never leave the shore. Fear nothing. Go out there and live your life. Feel the rush of spontaneity and the wonderment of life. Let me put it to you this way. If you want to be sad, live in the past. If you want to be anxious, live in the future. But if you want to be at peace, live in the now. Time is ticking and it won't wait for you to get your thoughts together. So make your move. Today is the day. Ready to pick up that anchor? Good. Now let's get out to sea.