Michael Glass: Thoughts for the Mid Watch
Somewhere around the middle of the night, the sea changes.
The noise fades.
The rush dies
Thoughts for the Mid Watch
Somewhere around the middle of the night, the sea changes.
The noise fades.
The rush dies off.
Even the wind seems less interested in proving something.
And in that quiet, you start realizing how much of life is spent reacting instead of observing.
Most people never slow down long enough to hear themselves think.
So they drift from distraction to distraction, mistaking motion for direction.
But out here, alone with the sound of water against the hull, it becomes painfully obvious:
A life well-lived is probably built more in the quiet moments than the loud ones.
Michael Glass: Thoughts for the Mid Watch Somewhere around the middle of the night, the sea changes. The noise fades. The rush dies off
Thoughts for the Mid Watch Somewhere around the middle of the night, the sea changes. The noise fades. The rush dies off. Even the wind seems less interested in proving something. And in that quiet, you start realizing how much of life is spent reacting instead of observing. Most people never slow down long enough to hear themselves think. So they drift from distraction to distraction, mistaking motion for direction. But out here, alone with the sound of water against the hull, it becomes painfully obvious: A life well-lived is probably built more in the quiet moments than the loud ones.
Thoughts for the Mid Watch Somewhere around the middle of the night, the sea changes. The noise fades. The rush dies off. Even the wind seems less interested in proving something. And in that quiet, you start realizing how much of life is spent reacting instead of observing. Most people never slow down long enough to hear themselves think. So they drift from distraction to distraction, mistaking motion for direction. But out here, alone with the sound of water against the hull, it becomes painfully obvious: A life well-lived is probably built more in the quiet moments than the loud ones.