To be truly challenging, a voyage, like
a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise
you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen, who
play with their boats at sea -”cruising”, it is called. Voyaging belongs
to seamen, and the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit
in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon
the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the
sea is all about.
“I’ve always wanted to sail the South Seas, but I can’t afford it.” What
these men can’t afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous
discipline of “security”. And in the worship of security we fling our
lives beneath the wheels of routine—and before we know it, our lives are
What does a man need—really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat
and shelter, six feet to lie down in—and some form of working activity
that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That’s all—in the material
sense. And we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system
until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages,
preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention from the
sheer idiocy of the charade.
The years thunder by. The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked
in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it the tomb is
Where then lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be bankruptcy of
purse or bankruptcy of life?
Sterling Hayden - (1916—1986)