Leaving your home is always hard to do but when it’s done, and when you are out of your sweet cushioned comfort zone, you become alive.
Hearing, and yet barely seeing your surroundings. Leaning on the sense of touch-less-sight. Te salt infused air, brushes by your face as you stream through the sea, while sails shake with unnerving thumps. Splashes off the bow bring a basefull sound to a baltic night. As time sways and the sun begins to rise, reds, yellows, life and light enlight my vision. Leaving a sense of lust for the lonesome, absorbing the present and relinquishing the lost.
When you make a decision, you run a fine line dividing getting nothing and getting everything, you never land in between. And when making the decision, you have to follow your heart, or your gut, whichever hurts more …
Some say to set aside the paths of the stray. I say go where you shouldn’t, pick the path your soul seeks. Picking the path of least resistance is easy, but it might not always be the right path. Again, you won’t know til you take the step.
When you do something that hasn’t been done before or is rarely tried, you tend towards failure more often than success, which is inevitable and only makes your successes greater…
The step onto that boat, the step out of that car for that hike, out of that house to that neverending beach with watery curvatures waiting. This is what is there.
This is what makes me feel alive.
Benthik made this step. Trusted us to take it with them. Dave Quinn, Barry Mottershead, Shane Meehan, Stephen Kilfeather, Paul O’Kane, Peter Martin and myself. Thanks for living.