The World is an Ocean

The world is an ocean.

Every person lives in their own boat. All the time we come across other boats and other people, but rarely do we ever join them in their boat. Most of us are rowing towards shores we cant see; but we're sure they exist.

Some of us can't afford the oars. (addition due to Sean..thanks!)  **Some of us can afford them but refuse to use them, distracted by the fact that maybe the water is more fun, why not just jump off and swim through the vast waters, could it be more efficient then rowing to a destination that may not be satisfying?  One that we do not know for sure exists?**

Some of us can't afford the boat, and we live in the water. Some of us sink. Some of us never reach the surface again. And all we have is the shadows of boats above us, and dark water under us. But we're stuck somewhere in between, unable to breathe. Every shark and sea monster we see is another somnambulatory abstraction.

Others of us are convinced we've found the right current; but most of us are just lost.

We look around and every direction is a horizon.

Nobody has an anchor.

Then there are a few of us that find land; temporarily, mostly. I have various times.  Those of us that do find that land, and stay on it, are driven away quicker than we came in most cases. Rarely do we find land we can call home.

Love is two boats docked on an empty island.
You are my island.

This is our world.