June 2, 2017
It’s often the raw and unpredictable rhythms of fate that produce the memories which we take home and treasure the most. Whether it’s nature dashing aside one’s confident plans, an unexpected smile from a stranger or a sudden loss in something elemental, all of these circumstances have a funny way of creating fresh invigorating experiences that no one could have designed. Of course, if one does not have an open mind to accept the whims of fate, one cannot appreciate the magic it creates.
These last two days have been full of the impetuous winds of fate. Such is fate that one does not recognize the blessings that it may bring until the moment is gone. And that is exactly what this boat, as a whole, has come to accept over these last two days. Finding a moment of quiet and peace, after the deep ocean of the night sky quenched heat of the day, we were able to reflect upon what it means to lose a battle against fate and be faced with the choice of tears or laughter. And finally concluding, that laughter is only ever the right choice when one loses to fate, for there is always humor in a human’s attempts at certainty.
The greatest challenge during the program was staying entertained during the quarantine period. Not being able to leave your boat and not having a phone, which was a crutch against boredom, it was difficult at first to stay entertained.