Oceans and Seas

The sun doesn’t seem to set as we sail away form Barcelona.  Back home it would be pitch dark and id be sitting in my room writing this as opposed to sitting on top of a cruise ship without the slightest trace of night at eight p.m.  There’s hardly a trace of anything, surrounded by water with no sight of land for the last hour or so the water seems to stretch from one edge of the world to the other.  The only trace of life at all is our ship barreling through the waves as if mass and weight were just a theory.  Just floating through one of the last truly untouched areas within one hundred miles of mankind.  Its incredible to me how far we’ve come.  To think that a few thousand if not hundred years ago, going out to open sea was as treacherous as going on the front lines. And yet now we pay thousands of dollars to willingly gout to this same sea that so many sailors never returned from.  Yet the water still looks the same.  We still sail through the same waves, through the same waters that played host to some of histories most famed books.  The only thing different from back then is the boats.  Nothing else has change.  We still sail under the same skies, navigate the same passages or routes.  But nobody pays any attention to any of this, looking at the water doesn’t make anyone stare in awe, just hope to catch a glimpse of a fish bigger than their cars.  

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Flight

            Since I was a baby I’ve been flying at least twice a year.  Most of the time this was just to and from Florida, but that’s still a lot of flying.  So much so that its become mundane to me.  It’s no big deal anymore.  Flying is just, how you go on vacation nowadays.  Nobody travels by boat anymore and road trips aren’t as typical as they once were.  But we never really think much of flying itself.  Flying is a thing of trust, you trust the pilot knows what he’s doing; you trust them to get you where you’re going without even the slightest hiccup.  You trust your fellow passengers when you get crammed into a tiny cabin without enough personal space for most chimps.  You trust that they’re not sick, or crazy enough to hurt you.  And finally you trust the plane itself, because a giant hunk of metal weighing several thousand tons shouldn’t ever leave the ground. Yet they do, thousands of times a day places take of from the ground and never look back. But all this trust has become so routine that nobody from my generation ever thinks twice about it.  Honestly we missed out. We missed out on the true wonder of flight.  I never stood in my back yard watching bird’s fly and being absolutely mesmerized.  It was cool, but I didn’t give birds flying their truly deserved props. None of us did.  “Man you may conquer the air, but the birds will lose their wonder, and the clouds will reek of gasoline” 

New Ideas

Hey Everyone, I know I haven't posted in a while, but I plan on starting up again.  Right now I want to try to post every tuesday and thursday at around seven o'clock.  I have some stuff written already and a few ideas but I would love it if you submitted some ideas about what you want me to write about.

You can email me at harpestey@yahoo.com

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