Questions I Ask The Mirror

As I stand on my roof and stare out at the city lights, I wonder how it would be possible not to fall in love with this majestic city. I was in love and love has a habit of making you do outrageous things. In my case, it gave me the strength to listen to my heart. 

I guess the frailty of our existence is something that our youth never really has enough time to comprehend. Perhaps it is our attitude to blame, the attitude that make plans for tomorrow as though it were a given. This news really helped put my life and my choices into perspective. Death was no longer something I would laugh about as I sat with my friends. Suddenly it didn't feel like an ordinary event in the distant future. The idea of my impending doom wrapped around my neck and choked me. 

As the sea met me with open arms, a wave of nostalgia crashed over me. I wasn’t the same man who had fallen in love with water over a decade ago. I was no longer as strong or as fit and I couldn’t swim hundred meters under a minute now to save my life and yet, the fact that those weren’t the changes I was complaining about put things into perspective.

I remember looking at the docked ships in the harbor the night before. As I gazed at the large majestic vessels traveling to places I have only heard of, I wondered if they ever got homesick. That as they cross oceans to reach faraway lands and bring back stories of adventure and discovery that our hearts get drunk upon, if these travelers, doomed to the perpetuity of motion ever think of those who have bid them farewell.

In my industry, we make a living by taking small observations and often adding our own spin to it. That where most people see information, we see a story. Give us some color and we can give you a painting. We may not always show you what you see but we will convince you that it is what you should be seeing.