Desire for Adventure

Great, vast, and expansive seas carry me in currents true to unknown lands. Present me with fruit, large or small, with tastes bitter or sweet that will sustain a human for as long as existence remains. I plea not to the sea, merely speak my thoughts plainly into wind as without them my journey would be a fools errand. In this journey my plan always was, where there was none, a way forward, without much in the way of provisions, or a plan should sickness strike do I sail into the thick of this serene blanket that could not have been painted more beautiful on a canvas or permitted wall.
I, deprived of all, oh and how I miss not many things, can sing praise to the fish below me perhaps questioning the nature of my arrival, or if perhaps I shall be food by day's end.
Vast indeed and empty of pretensions, the liquidity available is bountiful yet somewhat unreachable without certain means. I yearn to seek, to reach, but mostly to discover the means. What a life, to think moments ago I slept quietly, being rocked by the waves, perhaps in a moment's notice a tsunami may end my journey and I will end at Poseidon's door. I will knock quite loud and ask for access. If asked why I wish to proceed I will merely express my desire for adventure.

By Thinking

Reckless, yet iconic, every attempt to usurp the law instilled carries with it a background hard-lived, hard-wired to the senses. Things are done in an automated fashion rather than a thoughtful one. Though this may sound a lot like routine, I speak more deeply, attempting to address the recesses of human interaction. Because, I dare not speak in such a way in such a place, or act in such a way, or dare be seen in such a state. The choices we make riddled with the memory of previous instances recalled alike the present one, what are they? The senses activate to tell us that similarity is perhaps best answered in kind especially when intertwined events -by nature, relation, past experience action, or others- come upon us.
It is with great disdain yet desire that I act in similar fashion. Whereas we are all different, act, behave, think, see, and understand things differently, especially due to the circumstances surrounding an event, we are similar in that we want resolution. It seems that in the wanting of that solution rests an underlying problem which presents itself in every similar situation. This problem is one that we carry at the gene level and one we must assess if we can surpass our own biology in this design. The problem is repetition. Whereupon we reach a problem that has had a positive resolution in the past and in the present we are bisected by the similarities a current problem shares with a previous...instead of giving the new problem the full spectrum of thought we felt was important the first instance, we instead apply a shortcut. We use either the same solution as before or one very similar.
Does the imperfection of wanting to resolve conflict through shortcuts make us less civilized? Would it be more beneficial to treat every situation as a new one? How much are we growing as individuals and subsequently through life if we do not attempt to further hypothesize beyond that which is already behind us?
Sure, we can continue to drink water from a cup because it is what we have done for centuries if not longer, but the lack of motivation to think about  drinking water, or ways in which to accomplish the task halts the innovation of methods which to use in order to facilitate things, events, etcetera.  This is, I believe a charade we willingly participate in.
We must break the cycle and emancipate ourselves from our archaic methods of thinking and begin to think once more. It is one thing to do something better by improving current methods of use, but another altogether innovate.
A lot of scientific discovery happens by accident, let's begin to discover by thinking.

Such a life

The pain I feel, the endless, invisible state of agony that resides in me beats me down daily. I am defeated. The restless desires that once permeated my brain with dreams of adventure are all but empty shells now. The only desire I have, besides death, is that the pain today is more bearable than yesterday. The only desire these days are not to be visited by folk, whether they be repair people, family, or others, as they only serve to judge with blind eyes. I am the irony behind the healthy individual whose actions while warranted, common, or normal seem all except commonplace. I yearn the chance for normality afforded to everyone else and a reason for why I have been chosen to lead such a life.