The search shouldn’t go on. I should be anchored, enjoying what is a respite that is required for other work.

I should admit that there are different times in life for doing different things, and right now my task is not to explore, but to cultivate.

But the harvest of the ocean really does not lie within it, it lies in new lands and people. And that latter is what is most frustrating, for most people don’t even attempt to sail. This conflict is unknown to them, as are its frustrations and joys, and their appraisal of me falls hopelessly short in some ways, and overestimates in others.

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