PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
“Sow your wild oats while you can, for you will not be young forever.”
Heeding his grandfather’s words, Harold spent the five years after graduation as a bit of jetsam on the sea spray, traveling the world.
That was then.
He had long ago traded the exotic ports of call with the familiar office, the wild sea for a suburban home. The wind on his back was now a suit jacket, the countless stars in the sky were traded for far-too-countable dollars in the bank.
But he kept the freedom of the sea at heart, with a promise to return.
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Word count = 100
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Trent's World (the Blog) 
That promise to return to the wild sea… that sounds right.
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Yep. Some day…
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Return? Right. Had to have been there to have a return.
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Perhaps in another life, a literary one (i.e., a life I made up)
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lol, yep.
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Love that last line — it speaks to all of us.
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Thanks, I think we all hear a bit of the call…
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Very nice; I can relate to the dream to return to the sea spray and the wandering.
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Thanks. I most likely will never end up wandering the wide world, riding with the sea spray, but I hope to spend a lot of time in, on and around the ocean…
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It sounds like he’s gearing up for a midlife crisis!
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He maybe. On the other hand, I do know a lot of people who relive their “glory days” for their entire adult lives, be it playing sports in high school, time in the military, a rock band when in college or whatever. His days traveling the world aimlessly was his “glory days” to be cherished and remembered, and, he hopes, possibly even revisited…
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An interlude of reality, I hope, between his youth and his older age when he will return to the sea spray :)
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Yes, just that short (30 years…) interlude of reality, but he will return! :)
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And back he shall go, one way or another. I enjoyed reading this take on the prompt. Well done.
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Some day he will make it back to that life as a full time traveler. Thanks.
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He just has to go back! Well written.
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Yes, I agree, though it will be seen with different eyes. Thanks.
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We all have those sort of hopes. So Harold, I say; don’t leave it too late.
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I think you are right, by the time most people stop to really live, they are too tired to enjoy it…
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Great that’s he’s keeping that flame alive. What else is there to live for? Nicely done!
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Though we need to live for today, sometimes that is easier if there is something special in the past to remember and something special to look forward to :) Thanks.
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Nicely laid out, Trent. Things do change but to keep one’s passion is crucial as it keeps hope burning.
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Thanks. We do need to have that hope, something to look back on and something to look forward to. Yes, live in the moment, but when the moment is hard…
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Good for him – and for his father. Sounds like he grew up, and yet did not give up. Yay!
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Yep, both of both worlds – I think we should all try to have a few years in our lives that are for ourselves before devoting our all to our careers… (I guess for me it will be after my career ;) ) thanks.
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Amen. Here’s to making the most of the time we’re given, with all its demands and realities and timing.
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I hope he does go back. I enjoyed the wistful tone.
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I hope he does too. Thanks!
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He’ll return I’m sure – I have and I’m so pleased I did!
Here’s mine!
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I’m sure he will, eventually. Glad that you were able to!
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Lovely whimsy. Reality bites, but memories cushion.
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Thanks. i think too many of us move into that real world far too soon…
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Tell Harold it is possible to return.
I did.
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It’s good to know one can become free again.
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I hope he gets back there one day, just like I hope I do too!
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I do to, both for Harold and myself…
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Dear Trent,
I love the man’s retrospective musing. Well constructed.
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS I think you mean “Heeding his grandfather’s…” rather than “Heading…”
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Thanks, and thanks for pointing out the typo. Yes, “heeding” makes a bit more sense…
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