Jeg er en seiler på livets hav.

There is a question we sometimes must ask ourselves; are we merely pieces of drifting wood or are we proud captains of our own ships? I enjoy the rough sea and the blowing winds, but I hate the nauseousness that comes about when waves hit me too hard. An ocean without roaring waves, blasts of fresh air and low-flying seagulls would be an endless sea of nothing. I see that, and I accept it.

Let me know if you see a harbour somewhere, I might need supplies soon.