A look into the life of Warren Davis

Somehow or another I seem to have struck an odd placement between being incredibly realistic yet overwhelmingly idealistic. It's a strange paradox that creates harsh uncertainty at every turn. It makes me feel like I am on a small island. This island can sustain life, but it is small, and holds no hope for larger aspirations. All rational and realistic expectations would vote to make due and set up shop on the small island, insuring survivability. Yet the idealistic yearnings long to find a larger island with waterfalls and some sort of meaningful purpose. To find the newer, larger island and populate would be a dream come true. It would be the ideal outcome. So what happens? You end up on a half-ass raft in the open ocean with all rational thinking shouting to turn around and head back to the small, safe island and every idealistic whim in your body screaming to keep going in hopes of finding something more. In turn comes three possible outcomes: turning back and living out on a small, purposeless island, venturing out and possibly finding something more, or perhaps just drowning on the open ocean in an unending search for more or in the inability to make a decision.


So what do I say? - Happy Sailing.