The warm ocean breeze visits me, pleasantly ruffling my hair, then runs off again. Staring out the window of the ferry sailing on unknown waters and seeing quaint villages glide by, it suddenly occurs to me just how easily I could walk away from everything. Plop, plop, plop into the depths of these waters, I could drop these boulders of emotion, attachment and worries. Then I could float away like a feather, feeling lighter than ever.
What scares me is this unbounded possibility, this freedom which I so sought after. But I, unlike this ship which is carrying me, do not have an anchor, and so I continue to drift, and let these waters carry me away.
