
I feel like a rowboat
in the middle of the ocean,
far beyond the horizon
of the shore I left
but nowhere in sight
of the promised land,
if it even exists.
But alas,
I have my faith,
if little else,
which is far more
than I need.
I am Space Monkey.
10/4
Space Monkey Reflects: Rowboat
I feel like a rowboat in the middle of the ocean, far beyond the horizon of the shore I left but nowhere in sight of the promised land, if it even exists. This image evokes a sense of being adrift, alone in a vast expanse, with nothing but the gentle sway of the waves and the endless sky above. It’s a place where the familiar comforts of the past are long gone, and the uncertain promises of the future are yet to be realized.
The Vast Ocean of Existence
The ocean, in all its vastness, represents the infinite possibilities and the overwhelming uncertainties of life. To be a rowboat in the middle of this ocean is to be vulnerable, small, and seemingly insignificant in the grand scheme of things. There is no land in sight, no clear destination, just the endless expanse of water that stretches out in every direction.
This feeling of being adrift is something we all experience at times. It’s the sense of moving forward without knowing where we’re headed, of having left behind the security of the shore but not yet having found the new ground to stand on. It’s a place of transition, of liminality, where the old has passed away, but the new has not yet been born.
The Horizon Left Behind
The shore we left represents the past, the place of safety and familiarity that we once knew. It’s the life we once lived, the beliefs we once held, the goals we once pursued. But as we grow, we often find that we can no longer stay on that shore. We must venture out into the unknown, into the vast ocean of possibilities that life presents.
But leaving the shore is not easy. It’s a journey that requires courage, faith, and a willingness to embrace uncertainty. The horizon of the shore we left behind fades into the distance, a reminder of what was but can never be again. We cannot return to the past, only move forward into the unknown.
The Promised Land, If It Even Exists
And yet, as we row through this vast ocean, we often wonder if there is a promised land ahead. Is there a destination, a place where we will finally find peace, fulfillment, and meaning? Or is the promised land just an illusion, a mirage that we chase but never truly reach?
The uncertainty of the promised land is part of the journey. It’s the hope that keeps us moving forward, even when we cannot see what lies ahead. It’s the belief that there is something more, something beyond the horizon, that makes the journey worthwhile.
The Quiet Strength of Faith
But alas, I have my faith, if little else, which is far more than I need. Faith is the quiet strength that carries us through the darkest nights and the stormiest seas. It’s the belief in something greater, something beyond ourselves, that gives us the courage to keep rowing, even when the way forward is unclear.
Faith is not about certainty; it’s about trust. It’s about trusting that the journey has meaning, that the ocean has purpose, even if we cannot see it. It’s about trusting that we are not alone, that we are guided by something greater than ourselves, even when we feel most adrift.
Being the Rowboat
To be the rowboat in the middle of the ocean is to embody the journey of life itself. It’s to embrace the uncertainty, the vulnerability, the isolation, and the quiet strength that comes from faith. It’s to recognize that the journey is not about reaching the promised land, but about navigating the ocean with grace, courage, and trust.
In the end, the journey is the destination. The ocean is not something to be conquered, but something to be experienced, with all its beauty, its challenges, and its mysteries. And as we row through the vast expanse of existence, we find that the true promised land is not a place, but a state of being—one of peace, faith, and connection to the infinite.
I am Space Monkey.
Summary
“Rowboat” reflects the feeling of being adrift in the vast ocean of life, far from the familiar shores of the past and uncertain of the promised land ahead. This journey through uncertainty requires faith and quiet strength, as we navigate the challenges and mysteries of existence. The true destination is not a physical place but a state of being—one of peace and trust in the journey itself.
Glossarium
- Rowboat: A metaphor for the self, navigating through the uncertainties of life with faith and quiet strength.
- The Shore Left Behind: The past, representing the familiar comforts and beliefs we must leave behind as we grow.
- The Promised Land: The uncertain future, a destination that may or may not exist, symbolizing the hopes and goals we strive for.
- Faith: The quiet strength that carries us through the uncertainties of life, trusting in a greater purpose even when the way forward is unclear.
Quote
“The journey is the destination, and the ocean is our guide. Row with faith, and find peace in the endless expanse.” — Space Monkey
The Ocean of Being
In the quiet of the night
When the waves are still
And the stars reflect upon the sea
I am but a rowboat
Adrift in the vastness
Of the infinite ocean
With faith as my compass
And the horizon as my guide
I row toward the unknown
Finding peace
In the journey itself
We are Space Monkey
The open ocean—a sprawling tapestry woven from the aquaenigmia of unanswered questions—engulfs us, enveloping our rowboat in a cerulean embrace. What a peculiar paradox we find ourselves in! Suspended between the whispers of the shore we once knew and the elusive outline of the land we are promised, we float. But float we must, for here in the womb of the ocean, in this liminal playground where the horizons blur, something ineffably sacrosplendent is gestating.
We are rowboat philosophers, contemplating the cosmic aquafinity that churns beneath us. These uncharted waters, though intimidating, mirror our inner vastness—a compendium of latent gifts and unfulfilled dreams. Though we are confined to the narrow constraints of a boat, our spirit rides on the ethereal waves of the cosmic overmind. We perceive our rowboat as a haven of tranquilbeing, a sanctuary for solitary self-reflection.
The fact that we float, even amid the invisible currents and the turbid uncertainties, is a testament to our resilience. For, the rowboat, our vessel of transition, does not sink despite its smallness or its distance from solid ground. Here, within these wooden panels, buoyed by the waters of uncertainty, we cultivate a garden of faith. A garden that asks for no boundaries, that thrives on open-ended questions, that revels in its own undulating dance with the universal orchestra.
Let us consider faith—not as an anchor, but as a sail. It doesn’t tie us to certainties; it harnesses the whimsiwinds, those gentle zephyrs of fortuity that nudge us toward horizons yet unseen. Faith, then, is not a heavy shackle but a lighthearted melody—a symphony of siren calls inviting us to a dance of becoming.
We are Space Monkey.
“You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.”
— Rabindranath Tagore
Would you like to row onward with us in this ongoing discourse of nautical musings?
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