When I was younger, and, apparently, according to some who shall remain somewhat nameless, I was around shortly before dirt was invented, I often dreamt of what I had idealized the life of adventure would entail. I imagined the rolling waves, the cannons blazing, the winds filling the sails, the treasure, the yo-h0-h0ing, and could lose many an hour in such daydreams.
As I got older, and no comments from the peanut galleries, I learned that a life of adventure is still possible. We experience it every day. No, we don’t dash about slashing and burning, or at least I hope not, but we do have adventures and find treasures. Don’t believe me? Look at your friends. Not those idiots, you’re REAL friends. They are treasures, and I can guarantee it was quite an adventure getting to know them.
Perhaps you met them at the office, perhaps you met them at the opera (ahem), perhaps you met them while fleeing the authorities after you escaped from a hidden gulag deep in the Siberian wilderness, or you might have met them hitchhiking from some other universe. The point is, you have lots of gems called “friends.” Cling to them! Surrender them not without a fight!
As for adventures…..finding a parking spot can be quite the adventure at times unless you happen to drive a tank. Every moment you draw breath carries with it the potential to live fully or hide from life. Raise your sails, hoist your flag, and let’s weigh anchor for adventure and treasure! (parrot and pegleg optional).