out in the open ocean
a year and a half into slow traveling the world and I still don’t know where I am going — if the bets that I make in this life will pay off, or if I’m just crazy and self-delusional, with enough force to try and bend reality to my will. but when you are traveling this life, the destination is never the ultimate purpose. it was — and always will be — about the journey of coming and going, and to find some magical balance between rowing the boat, and letting go to the waves.