A full life is taking that ride to the end, to staying receptive to the new and unknown until the end. What most people do, though, is reach a certain point, get off the boat, and say “this is as far as I go”.
We all want roots, and boats do not provide them. But everything changes. Everything that is erected falls down. Everything which is built comes to naught eventually. Perhaps I might say that in Buddhist terms our home is the river. Our home is our boat, our experience.
I have had some odd insights and experiences in recent days, and will most likely post on them. Some things I need to smoke a little on, some things I need several long cigars.
I am not, by the way, speaking metaphorically as far as the cigars. I smoke cheap cigars, but they make me focused and often happy.