Getting old is like going out to sea on a boat that you know isn't seaworthy. You know this boat won't be coming back, and that at some point you and the boat will both be going down . You don't know if it will go down slowly, a bolt popping out here and there with water starting to slowly fill the boat, or suddenly, poof, just like that, sink. All you can do is cast off, and hope the waves won't toss you too badly and that you'll have enought to nourish you until the end. And that finally, as the waves wash over your head, you'll be able to see your life's journey as being everything that it could have been.
Excellent! Both the painting and your thoughts. Nicely put.
ReplyDeleteI agree with the comment above. The image stands on its own but your written thoughts make it so much more accessible and give it a rich context. It's like reading a short story!
ReplyDeleteHolly, I woke thinking of this image and what you said, especially "And that finally, as the waves wash over your head, you'll be able to see your life's journey as being everything that it could have been.." My boat is adrift and the sea is rough. Thanks for the "nourishment.' Laurie
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