If anything, life is a vast ocean. Constantly moving, swelling and crashing. And just like the weather doesn’t only affect one drop, it affects vast regions of ocean. You and I? We are the humble boats, luxury yachts and big corporate tankers. It matters not what you have as cargo. It can be two creatures in a boat with nothing more than raincoats and umbrellas. I’ve seen galleons and massive tankers succumb to violent storms only to be swallowed by the ocean, precious cargo and all. The wake the bigger vessels create, affects the others, especially the humble boats. They don’t care. They care too much for their precious cargo, even if it destroys them and this ocean we are all sailing.
So what is it that we are doing adrift this vast, endless ocean? I suspect to find dry land. A place to call home. A place that offers a little relief from the storms and sea-sickness. No doubt we will eventually get wet. That is life. A rain drop. A drop of ocean.
Why find steady shores? Well,for one, we cannot survive indefinitely at sea and I for one, find the wake of other vessels, both large and small and the unnecessary violent storms, are making me sea sick. The crests and troughs are making me vomit. Vomit from excitement, vomit from pain, vomit from love, vomit from the asshole corporate tankers creating unnecessary wakes in peaceful lakes and it makes me sick. Sometimes I want to drop anchor and feel my feet on solid ground. Feel the sand on my feet and try keep some food down before I empty myself and contract scurvy.
How very often the storms and wakes causes us to focus on the nausea, the ups and downs and the bailing of water from out our boat, that we rarely observe the nature of the weather itself. Eventually we will get drenched and not every storm can be avoided, but surely we can see the tell tale signs of those storms that can wreck our boats so we can make appropriate calls?
So what of life? There is no right answer, only lessons. I have learned not to become overly preoccupied with our boats, luxury yachts, tankers and cargoes. Interact with the ocean and appreciate the weather, sail the rough patches, get wet, avoid unnecessary storms and search for dry lands.
Be wary who you allow on-board and who you bail out water for. There are vessels out there that have holes in their hulls and yet their cargo is at capacity and all they seem to do on this ocean is continuously bail water from their boat and remain static and lost at sea. No time to search for land. No time for home.
Sail the oceans and seas, drop anchor in a lake, find that dry land and know that you leave a wake behind you.
I see a lonely ship sailing the calm waters. All alone in a wide open world. Free to sail, free to explore.
I’m lucky to live in this beautiful, photogenic city. I’m yet to see a bad photograph of Cape Town. It is surrounded by natural beauty, and a fusion of cultures make this city vibrant and interesting. Perhaps its the hippy inside me, but Cape Town just feels right. It has a relaxing quality to it. Maybe its the energy Cape Town emits. Maybe its the fact that we have all the different elements surrounding us that makes me feel balanced. We are lucky to have Ocean, wind and a mountain – Water, wind and earth. We also have our fair share of fire from time to time.
We are lucky to have one of the natural wonders of the world towering above us. If we had to jump in a car, within a couple of minutes we could arrive at one of many luscious beaches that are sprawled up and down our coastline. We also have beautiful forests, which unfortunately saddens me to see less and less trees that once lived around our mountain. Nevertheless, I live in a beautiful city, rich in culture and history. The people of this city are the greatest element of Cape Town. Its the fusion of difference and culture that has mixed over the years, from our rocky past into the new possibilities of the present and future that make this city unique. I love having the ocean, the mountain and the beautiful vegetation surrounding me, that if one of those elements are not there, I don’t feel home. I love my town and I love my home…