Isn’t life like being in a kayak?
We push off from the shore, row against the tide, constantly battling the waves. There is no time to rest. The farther out you are, the harder it is to find less choppy waves and relax in still waters. The waters aren’t still anymore.
I see my next point, my next goal, but somehow it always seem so far and unobtainable. The process of getting there is tiring, and I am rowing, rowing, rowing, hoping that one day I’ll get close.