Missing the boat - what happens when we miss the boat - the one that everyone else got on but some failed to do so. So is it that we missed a boat? Or simply missed stepped milestones of our lives?
I think I missed the boat. I really do.
How many times did that boat come by and I just turned away. Did I think that I had found that one boat? The perfect one amongst them all? Hardly. I think back, wondering if I was meant to miss the boat - meant to be where I am today. And sometimes it makes me sad that I missed those boats. Because all I have now are memories of days long past, days where I watched the boats sail in and sail away, standing there knowing, the one I was on was never going to stay.
And I wonder where I would be now, had I taken that voyage - the mystery voyage of the unknown. What treasures would I have found had I not let so many pass by in lieu of one. One that could not resist crashing to the shore, leaving me there, unaware of the many wonders I missed out on.
Why do we miss the boat? Watch it sail away? Do we hope to find treasures in the one that beckons us to stay? And if so - what happens once the ship has wreaked, our worlds crumpled under the pressure of loss? Are we simple just left to drift upon a desert island, alone, awaiting for the next ship to pass by?
Or do we simply just become one of "two ships" that pass through the night...
