“To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise, you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen who play with their boats at sea… “cruising” it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about.
“I’ve always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can’t afford it.” What these men can’t afford is not to go. They 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 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, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer 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? ”
I read this quote everyday and wonder…
I’m writing this on July 3rd, Its cold, windy, and pouring rain. Last night I laid in my bunk reading Seraffyns Oriental Adventure listening to the pouring rain. What is it that one man or woman can find the courage to be free while the masses hope and dream yet never get beyond…
Will I ever have enough? As of today I have all my Coast Guard Approved Safety equipment “required”, even a radar reflector. I have finally put on my registration numbers and have a full 30 days of food, Chloe is covered for six months. I have a used chart book of the Puget Sound, 3 gallons of water, and my life savings is $32.50. I still need to put in reef lines and a proper topping lift and some wood work and cocking. I continue my search for the right size portable water tanks and a small used stern anchor. Not much really, a few weeks? a month? why not today? or yesterday, or tomorrow? I have a plan and have patiently been sticking to it but in the back of my mind I wonder… If not now then when.
July 4th will be spent working on the boat, earning my freedom and preparing for a life of independence. I wonder if I have forgotten what it means to be free, how it feels and what it represents. I will celebrate July 4th knowing what it once meant but also knowing full well that very few of us are actually free, It has all been lost in translation. look out independence, I’m coming to get you!
Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn’t pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same.