He was a movie star heartthrob who set sail on a schooner named “Wanderer” at the height of his career. In his youth, he had been a ship’s boy and a dory man on the Grand Banks.
“To be truly challenging, a voyage, like life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest…” For example…"I’ve always wanted to sail to the South Seas, but can’t afford it”. What men can’t afford is not to go. We are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of security. And in the worship of security, we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine. And before we know it, our lives are gone. What does a man really need? Really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That’s all, in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time, payments, debts, preposterous gadgetry, play things that divert our attention from the pure idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by. The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed. Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be? Bankruptcy of purse, or bankruptcy of life?
(Thanks to Penny on Redwing)
