A boat longing for the sea…
The marble which was chiseled for me—
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.
In truth it pictures not my destination but my life.
For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;
Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances.
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life.
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny, wherever they drive the boat.
To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness,
But life without meaning is the torture of restlessness and vague desire—
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid. – George Gray Note: During my film course in US, my acting teacher Karen Hirst asked me to read this monologue by George Gray. It’s a poem depicting a man who reminisces his unlived life. To reflect it he engraves a picture of a boat tied in a shore in his gravestone.Now after so many years I came across this poem and couldn’t help but reflect my own life, partly afraid and partly alive 🙂