Everything Is — And Will Be — Wet
By Michael Glass (@captmichael) ·
Everything Is — And Will Be — Wet
Tags: ##EverythingIsWet #Stoicism #LifeWellLived #SailingLife #BocasDelToro #StayStoicStaySalty, ##Cryptok, ##Everyone
By Michael Glass (@captmichael) ·
Everything Is — And Will Be — Wet
Tags: ##EverythingIsWet #Stoicism #LifeWellLived #SailingLife #BocasDelToro #StayStoicStaySalty, ##Cryptok, ##Everyone

or the last couple of weeks here in Bocas del Toro, it has rained almost every day. Not dramatic, cinematic storms all the time. Just enough rain, enough humidity, enough cloud cover to ensure that nothing ever really dries out.
The dinghy has water in it every morning. The decks stay damp. Towels never quite lose that faint smell of moisture. The inside of the boat develops its own tropical atmosphere. Every hatch becomes a negotiation between airflow and incoming rain.
Everything is wet.
And according to the forecast, everything will continue to be wet.
Now, a funny thing happens when you live close enough to nature that you cannot simply ignore it. You stop arguing with reality. Or at least you begin to understand the futility of doing so.
The modern world has conditioned many of us to believe that inconvenience is somehow an injustice. If the weather interrupts our plans, if traffic slows us down, if life refuses to conform to our preferences, we react as though something has gone terribly wrong.
But the rain does not care about our preferences.
The trade winds continue to blow. The mountains continue to squeeze moisture from the sky. The clouds gather and release themselves according to forces far older and far larger than our opinions.
And there is something strangely freeing in that realization.
A sailor eventually learns that there are only a few choices available:
complain about the weather,
adapt to the weather,
or be defeated by the weather.
The Stoics understood this long before modern self-help books began putting mountains and sunsets on Instagram posts.
Marcus Aurelius wrote often about accepting the nature of things as they are, not as we wish them to be. Epictetus reminded his students that peace comes not from controlling the world, but from controlling our response to it.
Rain is an excellent teacher in that regard.
You can curse the damp towels. You can mutter about mildew. You can stare angrily at gray skies and swollen anchorages.
The rain will continue.
Or… you can collect the fresh water. Clean the decks. Make coffee. Read a good book while the rain drums softly overhead. Slow your pace to match the rhythm of the weather rather than demanding the weather match the rhythm of your desires.
Acceptance is not surrender.
That is an important distinction.
Acceptance simply means seeing reality clearly enough to work with it instead of exhausting yourself fighting against what already is.
In many ways, life itself works exactly like this rainy season.
There are seasons of abundance and seasons of discomfort. Seasons of clarity and seasons where everything feels damp, heavy, uncertain, and gray. Times when forward progress feels easy and times when every movement seems slowed by unseen resistance.
And yet life continues either way.
The trick, perhaps, is learning how to remain steady through both sunshine and storms without becoming overly attached to either one.
Because eventually the sun will return.
And when it does, everything will steam. Mold will die back. Towels will dry. Solar panels will rejoice. Sailors everywhere will spread cushions and laundry across lifelines like ceremonial offerings to the gods of ultraviolet light.
Until then?
Everything is wet.
And that’s perfectly fine.
Retired US Navy Special Operations Officer specializing in diving, salvage and exlosive ordnance disposal. Now living and sailing the Caribbean on our 46ft monohull sailboat.