throw off the bowlines. dang it.

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. — Mark Twain

a truth ringing in its simple content, but so hard to live out. easily said, rarely done. dang. i keep stitching up my sails, casting my eyes to the sea, but the bowlines remain tightly clenched in my fists, and wrapped to the posts. Oh lower levels of maslow’s hiearchy of need, quit nagging at my mind. Fear go away. Please Kathy unknot the lines, throw them off before the harbor finishes its dissolving.