Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did. So, throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
While hiking over Pittsburgh’s Seventh Street Bridge one blustery afternoon, ice fields extended for miles on both sides of me, like weighted wings. I was frosted and did feel twenty years down the road from pretty much everything. I was struggling against the frigid wind that blew across the open channel when a beast-fierce buzz roared up from the river, thrashing the air and rattling me.
When I looked over the rail, the river remained slabs of geometric, concrete-gray patterns until a tiny boat emerged, crunch-crackle-carving a trail as it zipped west. Amazed by the little boat’s energy and inspired by its drive, I forgot the cold’s grip. I followed the small craft, then flew beyond, out over the Ohio River, that feeds the Mississippi that flows into the Gulf of Mexico and on to the Atlantic Ocean toward the Panama Canal and then, and then … .
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