So, as Alex has said, we are leaving tomorrow night in order to arrive in the Bahamas sometime monday. I'm pumped.
Also, I wrote a cheesy poem about the goals of our trip. Here it goes:
I've often wondered since I was young
What lies where the sun comes from?
a simple question, but a clear mystery
who dreams on the other side of the sea?
Look it up in a book, you might say
But the answer just becomes further away
You can't smell the flowers
And you can't feel the breeze
It's just not the same, the pictures of these
And there are as many answers to these questions
As there are the people to ask them
Like a torrent downriver turns into a stream
With patience and distance you see your reflection
So now I am leaving my school and my home
To answer my questions on my own
Who will I find? What will I see?
The answer is still a mystery to me
So if you have quietly sat and wondered these things
A whisper at night, the train station bell rings
Calling your name to find out what is true
Because the answers are our there,
But the only one who can find them, is you
Alex, upon reading my poem, gave me interesting insight via a quote.
"The answer is never the answer. What's really interesting in the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never seen anybody really find the answer - they think they have, so they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer." - Ken Kesey
Here's to never finding the answer.