In a new post by the original over-gadgeted technomad, Steve Roberts hits on something I’ve been feeling as well. Quite a lot, actually, and in many aspects of my life. Perhaps it’s worth spending a moment to contemplate.

I find this kind of poignant:

That was once someone’s little boatlet, zipping around the harbor, probably with an outboard on the back, perhaps hauling laughing kids, lovers, crab pots, fishing poles, toys. Maybe it even hung for a while on the stern of a cruising boat and traveled around… but now it’s slowly returning to the earth, just something to trip over on the shores of Utsalady Bay.

 

Someday, likewise, Nomadness will fall into other hands, sail other seas… then eventually she will become a fixer-upper, a project boat, an antique. At long last Mother Nature will win, and, deep in the arms of entropy, her elements, even the once-blinking geeky ones, will leech into the sea or the muck of an undredged and forgotten channel. It is my job to not only delay that moment as best I can, but also to ensure that her time as a boat… and mine as a human… are spent with maximum glee, here and now.

So say we all!