“So the journey is over and I am back again where I started, richer by much experience and poorer by many exploded convictions, many perished certainties. For convictions and certainties are too often the concomitants of ignorance. When one is traveling, convictions are mislaid as easily as spectacles; but unlike spectacles, they are not easily replaced.”
—Aldous Huxley

I miss the wide open sea, when I would stand at the back of the MV Explorer with my arms out and the wind blowing drips of water onto my face. Not the beach, not the shore, the middle of the ocean, where I hadn’t an idea of where I was and it was perfect.

  1. rabidcow reblogged this from ubuntuf11 and added:
    Home sweet home.
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