The Ocean and Questions

This is a picture of an anchor I drew. I actually drew it for art class, indirectly. We have to do a metamorphosis drawing, so we have to start off with one thing and then slowly and gradually change it into something completely different. I wanted to stick with a beach theme, so I decided to do an anchor morphed into a sailboat. I hope the project turns out decent, because I’d actually like it for my room. I like to have my room remind me of the beach, because even if I can’t actually go there, I can at least pretend when I’m in my room. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, about my life and what I’m going to do with it, why I’m able to do it in the first place. It’s not as easy as asking myself what I want to be when I grow up, either. I’m questioning the very basis of life and the freedom of choice that is both a blessing and a curse, and I don’t know what I’m going to learn through it, but I hope I learn it soon because it’s driving me insane. The reason I’m saying this in this blog however, because I’m sure you are probably questioning its relevancy, is that through all my thinking the only thing I keep coming back to is the beach. I’m not sure why, but I feel like the ocean is the symbol for life’s unanswered questions. You can keep turning and tossing these questions around like the waves, but in the end no one really has the answers. That doesn’t stop me from asking them though.