Perfect Days
Three years ago, I set sail on a journey that changed the person I thought I was. Little did I know, it was not just for the good. The journey to the destination has been rougher than any storm I could have imagined. Forget the final harbor; I feel like I'm still just a castaway clinging to a raft, waiting for a rescue that may never come. Looking back, this 3-year journey has helped me build a character that I think I lacked for 23 years of my life. But at what cost? Self-doubt? The journey, along with the crew I sailed with, made sure I felt seasick all along, telling me at every port call that I wasn't made for the waves. Maybe they were right. Maybe I really wasn't built to sail. But shouldn't a person be allowed to dream of the sea and work to become a sailor? That fear of missing out made me learn everything that the crew had criticized me about. I prepared myself for everything. I learned to swim for emergencies, yoga to quiet the nausea, rowing for the lifeboats...
