Smooth Sailing. Dang!
The latest two-day voyage at South China Sea was surprisingly uneventful.
The sea was calm. The weather was perfect.
But I expected worse, thus(?) I was rather disappointed.
A case of lousy expectation not achieved, huh?
I don’t know. At the time of writing this, I was surprised myself of why I was feeling down.
Perhaps it was because whenever I went to that sea, I was always greeted by violent waves which caused many of us sea-sick while I was enjoying the experience of standing at the Main Deck admiring the strength of the sea and the furious wind that slapped my face.
Yeah, I rather missed that.
Still the trip was not truly wasted. It gave me ample time to think (hey, I finished working fast!) and reflect.
Seeing at the calm wave, I couldn't help but recall the story that I read once. About how a small wave feels depressed when it compares itself to the larger wave and how eventually it can find peace when it realizes that there should not be any differentiation between waves. As they're all part of the sea.
Now, isn't it bloody obvious--you may say. How can the story relate to us? Are we supposed not to feel small when we compare ourselves with others as we're all actually part of ...
Part of ???
Right, part of humanity?
Couldn't understand it. Perhaps in one untold story about the little wave, there is one where it comes to know that it is part of the sea. But it doesn't understand what "sea" means.
So what does 'humanity' mean?