I love the end scene of Cast Away

I’ve heard that dreaming about owning something can bring just as much pleasure as actually owning it. Say, a boat. I spend a lot of enjoyable time wandering around boatyards with a coffee in my hand imagining what it would be like to have one of them. Actually owning one, however, makes me think I’d be stressed when I’m using it that I had picked the wrong one, and stressed when I’m not using it thinking of the moorage cost. Then I’d also have to think about maintenance, insurance, depreciation, and safety. They say that the day a man buys a boat is the best day of his life, second only to the day he sells it.
The Romance of possibility is rather beauteous. There is this coffee chain that extends the island, and some of the mainland, and they all tend to have a similar ethos. The funny thing is that often when I walk into one, I am flooded with sentimentality, which I’ve placed in the planning I’ve made while sitting in one. Particularly it was one time when I was on a road trip and stopped in to take coffee, take notes, and decide my next road. The sentimental moment was one where I had few ties, no real obligations, a set amount of free time, and enough money that I didn’t have to think about gasoline. I could pick any road and go anywhere the road took me.
I loved that feeling and I’m pretty sure I think I still do.


But is this just fear? Would I be better off role-playing, living in fantasy all my life than actually taking the risk of committing to a destination? Maybe, but will I have lived well? This I don’t know.