Lately I've been having some strange days of self reflection, 'cause I'm trying to figure out how to grow up and be responsible without actually growing up. And after a wealth of time spent wallowing around in a rut, mulling around what it is exactly I want to do with my life, What my goals should be, What I aught to be laboring towards, What kind of demeanor I should be putting forth-ward into this world when I wake up, I've come up with a solution that is satiable to my existential wanderlust; (At least for the time being.)
I've decided I'm going to become a sailor. No, I don't intend to get on a boat and sail the seven seas. Although the novelty and romance of that notion seems quite pleasing and fulfilling, which is probably what has enticed me to this volition. It's more of a metaphorical kind of sailor. I'm not exactly sure what this metaphor entails, but it feels right. And if the shoe fits; you put it on and keep walkin'. Right? So there it is. I'm a sailor now and there's nothin' you can do about it.