The Anchor & The Vessel (a work in progress)
Imagine an Anchor and a Vessel.
The Anchor’s role is to provide security and stability for the majestic Vessel and its precious cargo.
In the case of this Vessel, the precious cargo is an amazing heart, a smart brain, and a beautiful, courageous, unrivaled, and impossibly untamable spirit.
A Vessel doesn’t get to choose its Anchor, and vice versa. They are paired together by engineers and shipbuilders. Much like people, the materials are connected through happenstance. Thrown together.
Ultimately, of course, the Vessel needs to be able to rely on the Anchor for its success and survival.
Previous attempts had been made to permanently Anchor this Vessel, but they all failed. This Vessel is a truly free spirit. Why should my role as an Anchor be any different?
This Vessel doesn’t desire a permanent anchor. It only wants to deploy its Anchor to enjoy brief moments before moving on to the next destination, to the next adventure, to the next scene in the never-ending play that is life.
As an Anchor, I get too comfortable. At certain points, I am lowered into the ocean and I feel happy just being, content at just feeling the steadiness of the Vessel above me. I feel content and am happy to enjoy my time in the water.
This Vessel doesn’t want that and after feeling anchored for too long, it was time to cut the chain. This was the only way the Vessel would be able to sail freely and avoid being dragged under the waves to the dark abyss that is the bottom of the ocean.
In the same way that Rose needed to let Jack go and Chuck needed to let Wilson go, the Vessel’s survival depends on letting its anchor go.
Rose loved Jack so much, but had she not let go of his hand, she would have gone under the waves with him and perished at the bottom of the ocean with the Titanic.
Wilson was only thing that was keeping Chuck sane. If he had decided to swim after Wilson, however, Chuck would certainly have drowned in the ocean and never have been found.
Both Rose and Chuck released their anchors and they survived to live life to the fullest. Chuck was saved from an impossible, although fictional, situation. Rose (a quasi-fictional character) lived to be 105.
My Future in the Ocean…
Well, the Anchor has a choice. It can make the best of a terrible situation or it can decide to stagnate and rust at the bottom of the ocean.
The ocean isn’t necessarily the worst place to be. It’s just a new way of life that needs adjusting to. The sea life will always provide color to my life down there. Although, there is no denying that the bottom of the ocean can also be the darkest and loneliest place in the middle of the night.
You just have to find a way of approaching your new life and your new surroundings. You take one minute, one hour, and one day at a time. Eventually, you begin to see one or two flashes of light. The clouds temporarily move and you realize that the sun is still there. You can still feel it from the bottom of the ocean.
Of course, no matter what is said or done, the Anchor quietly hopes that, one day, the Vessel will circle around on its journey. Maybe it’ll take years, but the thought of the Vessel appearing above and somehow heaving you back on board is a warming thought.
The Anchor may be a misguided fool, but, for now, it waits for the Vessel while trying not to rust. Don’t rust. Just do not rust.