There is a boat that floats in the endless sea and stands in many ports. Some ports are beautiful and fun, and some ugly and full of bad things.
With our birth, we are embarked on that boat, naively thinking that all people on this boat will travel with us until the end of our journey, ignoring the fact that these others are actually on their voyage and not on board for us.

At one point, we begin to realize that some people leave the ship when we least expect it, and that even some of them do not even announce their departure, leaving us alone, abandoned, and unprepared for the rest of the journey. But that boat is sailing further, independent of our wishes and desires.

And every time wren this boat stops in a port, with the people who disembark, there are also people who embark. We'll see some of them for a moment, even though they will be on board for a long time, some of them will disembark fast, and some of them will stay on that ship even when we disembark. At this point, we do not know who will go when, and for many will remain so.

There will be a variety of people on that boat. There will be those who will be sad for the whole journey, will be those who do not like the sea, and even those who will spend days in the party and celebration. There will be those who will look at us from a distance by holding us in our minds, and some will be disturbed by our presence on that ship. Many of them will be sad when we disembark from that ship, and the rest of their travel will reflect on why they did not socialize with us, while others would enjoy the memories they have created with us.

And once we disembark from that ship, many of us will think about this trip. About all the ports we have not looked at, about all the people we did not talk about, about all the beautiful sunsets that we slept over and singing birds that we didn't listen to.

But return will not be.

The ship will sail further, and we will only be able to see it from the port where we disembark. The ship will go it's way, as well as our life which is exactly like that — overflowing with goodbyes, imagination, hopes, and moments that will not be repeated, an opportunity that will not be returned. The only thing we can do is wait for the next ship to lead us to new ports and meet new people with which we will have the opportunity to make up for the missed on the last ship.

Mauro Lacovich