Wanderlust and other fragmented thoughts

A play on words

I have the feeling my boat is sailing off. 
Now and then I hear cheerful sounds of strange passengers reaching me. 
I was not in a hurry about the departure. 
I can sail off another time. 
Different in the summer before last, when I had to leave. 
Having to is a heavy burden that man must bear. 
Is it not strange? 
We would be strange people if we did not have to do anything. 
If man did not have to go to work, he would lie lazily on the sofa. 
Is it in human nature to do nothing? 
In fact, because he is given no choice, since man has been planted into the machinery of the working world from his sixth year of life. 
Becoming and flourishing is the goal. 
Purposefulness allows man to grow into a rose bush, into a stuck-up narcissus or an uncouth hemp plant. 
Planting as a verb is also commanded as a mother, as a teacher and employer. 
If one gives the pupils a task, they develop buds and blossoms. 
Bloom into a great talent, because they discover and use their strength. 
Livestock are at a disadvantage, because they are only prey of the talented and a means to an end. 
It is, however, pointless to solve the suffering of livestock. 
Promising a solution would be veganism or activism. 
Becoming active is the licence to becoming happy, because happiness does not come driving up to your front door, park there and wait until you get in. 
Getting in and getting ahead and climbing is not the key. 
In conclusion, I should swim after the boat and not wait for the next one. 
Waiting is namely the slow mouldering of a cheese sandwich that cannot defend itself against its decay. 
Being able is the bandwidth of the intoxicating variety of possibilities that is primarily reserved for man. 
To be or not to be.
Is that the question.

Louisa Christa Patricia Volk