Canoe vs. Kayak

Things that make you go Hmmm....

I've recently realized that there are many ways in which you can travel through life. 

Lately I seem to travel two ways: canoe and kayak. 

See- with the canoe (or in MY particular canoe) there is one paddle for each person. You have one, and I have the other. If one of us drops the paddle, the other can paddle as fast as they want but you'll only travel in circles. I'll probably freak out on you for losing your stupid paddle. You'll probably be sick of me saying that my arm muscles are crying. You'll tell people that we didn't arrive together we just ran into each other down the river. I'll tell people you secretly sabotaged the whole trip by throwing your paddle in the water so it could be just "us." Ohh the togetherness of canoeing. Yes- Canoeing. 

Then there's this kayak. It's quite an awesome kayak I might add. In that kayak I can stretch my legs out and take up all the space that vessel gives me. I can put a skirt on to prepare myself for the unknown possibilities of water pouring in- I decide. In this kayak- my paddles are hooked to my boat. Together. I control them both. I don't need to worry about the thoughts and predictions of my boatmate. I won't have anyone to blame but myself if the trip doesn't go as planned. I'll get to sing whatever random song I want without insult, choose which side of the waterfall I want to plunge down- just me! 

But sooner or later I'm going to have to choose a paddle to name Wilson because conversation with myself won't be as cleansing or fulfilling. I may even miss out on the sound of my own laugh if no one is there to inspire it. Sometimes two heads are better than one when it comes to conquering a rapid or killer whale that's found it's way into the river. And even silence is something you'd want to experience with someone else. If no one is traveling with you then no one is there to witness your life and accomplishments. 

I wish I could figure out what kind of boat I belong in. 

Canoe vs. Kayak