At Anchor

» Take me to the docks there is a ship without a name

That is sailing to the middle of the sea «

We're all ... ships.  Some of us are still at the docks, at anchor. We are softly swinging in the waves between salty winds and cool ocean rainfalls, watching the other ships pass by. They are sailing away, sailing to solitary islands, hidden beaches and secret harbours.  They have a captain and the crew who know that nothing can ever stop them. So they are bright and beautiful, facing sea storms, underwater monsters and murderous pirates. Fighting adventure after adventure.

They have a name.

Taken in Howth, Ireland

But we, who are still at anchor, we don't. We're waiting. We are waiting for someone to see us, someone to choose us, someone to say "That's my ship! That's the one I'll be sailing the seven seas with". The person will come with a bright smile on his face and fresh paint to cover the rust, with oil to make our engines brandnew. He'll give us a name. Because we don't want to be the ship without one anymore, without shiny white letters indicating the glorious days we're heading to. We want to have a meaning.

So ... we are ships, too. Because sometimes we need someone to give us more than we have, more than we ever dreamt of. A meaning we never thought we would ever have. A destination to a place we only saw in our wildest dreams. That's what we're waiting for. 

And we know that it'll be worth it.

Quote: Benjamin Francis Leftwich - Atlas Hands