Dead Boats
When I was driving up along the North Shore this weekend, a rotting boat caught my eye and I got out and snapped several pictures of it with my camera phone. They actually turned out pretty good, so I decided to post one (sorry, its compressed).
I have a really good friend who adores dead or dying boats. She has opened my eyes to the awesomeness of these momentos, each wearing marks of their past and telling a story of the way they lived. Seeing a boat, decaying on land just feet away from shore, reminds us that we too will one day be all used up. It's not depressing at all if you think about it.
Think about all the times people sat in those decaying boats, laughing, fishing, living. Friends sat in those boats. To some fish, those boats may have been the first thing they saw in an air filled world. Maybe children have taken those boats on adventures around the lake. Or maybe, two people fell in love in what's now just a rotten, skeletal structure of wood. These boats were a contributor of happiness to the people that befriended them.
I hope I've contributed enough happiness to those who have befriended me that when I'm all used up, rotting just feet away from the plane on which I used to play, old friends think not that I am dead, but that when I was alive I did things worth remembering.
I have a really good friend who adores dead or dying boats. She has opened my eyes to the awesomeness of these momentos, each wearing marks of their past and telling a story of the way they lived. Seeing a boat, decaying on land just feet away from shore, reminds us that we too will one day be all used up. It's not depressing at all if you think about it.
Think about all the times people sat in those decaying boats, laughing, fishing, living. Friends sat in those boats. To some fish, those boats may have been the first thing they saw in an air filled world. Maybe children have taken those boats on adventures around the lake. Or maybe, two people fell in love in what's now just a rotten, skeletal structure of wood. These boats were a contributor of happiness to the people that befriended them.
I hope I've contributed enough happiness to those who have befriended me that when I'm all used up, rotting just feet away from the plane on which I used to play, old friends think not that I am dead, but that when I was alive I did things worth remembering.