How long have all of us that have taken to the sea at one time or another wondered what it would really take to tie us down to land and forsake a love so powerful that it is legend in poem and song?
The answer is not so much a physical thing as it is mental, or at least for me that was the case. I suppose it all came down to the point where it was no longer important enough to fight the pain of moment and to let go of dreams long cherished..
Yes it's true!
It was not the pain of age and increasing disability but the pain of remembering when and where and why not now.
That I had allowed my life to become compromised by responsibility and ideals both noble and oppressive is not even a question for debate. In a vain inglorious effort to comfort those I cared for it became overtly apparent that "NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED".
It is quite sad that I feel that all the glories of my life are in the past and I look toward everyday with trepidation for the trials and tribulations it will surely bring.
Ahh, Horatio, but I was young once! And strong and alive, not believing in my own mortality and ready to conquer the universe.
It was magic then, a magic time and I, the weaver of spells.
And now the magic is gone. And I, only a pitiful reflection of who I once was..
And I miss the sea most of all...
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