How did You End up on a Sailboat?

Updated: Jan 6

The answer is not simple, and I wonder the same thing often. It’s funny the twisting winding road our lives sometimes follow if we diverge from normalcy. As long as I’ve been alive, I’ve been trying to see what’s over the next ridge, and I somehow kept climbing no matter the odds. The problem with this behavior is simply, before long one gets to the top of the mountain. But with sailing, I can see it taking a long time to reach the top of the mountain, so boredom is a long way off, I think.

The ocean and the mountain are not so different if we sit down to think about it. They both require us to feel the edge of safety unlike any other activity in the modern world. When we are alone in nature, we are truly alone. We are at the whim of mother nature and it is this that we look for. After spending several years in modern society I decided that I could not live as a number any longer. So I left. My hurricane wrecked boat was not entirely complete but I knew that she would float so I put her in the water and started sailing. It was the best decision I have made so far.

The ocean, and sailing, allow me to feel like I am actually living my life, instead of simply watching my life be lived. The jump to being a vagabond was difficult at first and took many years of mind manipulation for me to convince myself it was possible. Once I did take the jump, however, I realized how easy it actually is to live this lifestyle. I don’t mean easy in the sense of laziness and laid back days, but easy on the mind and soul. I have not dreaded a day since I left the 9 to 5. When I was in the 9 to 5, I dreaded almost every day.

The thing that was difficult to overcome was the idea that I would be choosing freedom over security, and that is not an easy choice. In my mind, and the minds of many of my peers was a constant doubt. I did not KNOW that I would survive, and it was not an easy cliff to jump off. The one thing I did know however, was that I would not starve. I had enough confidence in myself, that at the very least, I was smart enough to put food on the table. That logic made the decision much easier. I figured at the very least I would have one hell of a story, and I would still be alive so why wouldn’t I give it a shot?

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