Life is full of turning points and unexpected and changes. Perhaps they’re foreseeable, like waves on the ocean - rhythmic, graceful, even sometimes harmonious, at times somewhat large but manageable - with a certain expected predictability and comfort to them. But then there’s a change, at one moment you could be in a boat that you didn’t want but ended up being perfect - eventually you’d get a new boat and the family would move in, but that old boat was cozy, even if it was a little cramped and sometimes the bathroom didn’t work right and you’d have to wait a long time to get a drink, and it was a little leaky or whatever, but then the memories that you made on it seem crystal clear and as bright now as they did when they happened - the warm, balmy air so thick in your mind that you can feel it on your skin just by thinking about it.
Clear & Obvious: Every boat sinks or ends up in a museum, either way the waves always win
