Sheep

When I look around at all the other cruisers, they are all old guys and that annoys me. On one hand it is comforting knowing that there are other kooks out there like me, and that if I get stuck on a problem, there is a wealth of knowledge out there that others are more than willing to share. But what rubs me up the wrong way is that I hate being put in a box. I hate following in others footsteps like a sheep. I would prefer to forge the way to new heights. Also it is all wrong to go cruising when you are knocking on death’s doorstep. Not that I am ready to go down to the river like an elephant just yet.  It should be done when you are young and can climb a mast in a gale without fear.