Hey! Anybody got some introspective shit to post?

i do. Twice now, I've gone on nostalgic boat rides, and I can help but lift my hands to the sky in gratitude.The sky, and the wind, and the gifts to my eyes surround me. The gnarled stunted cedar, the bay, the cypress, the live oak, and the homes of the blessed wealthy. We navigate canals and blast them with eclectic music! I become gratitude for every breath and every day. Sometimes I think gratitude is the path to truth. I will be inland soon after twelve years on the water, and that is a first world problem.