CHAPTER 1. Loomings
Call me rastogi Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation.
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. its a precious things that have done in my life even i dont know how to spend my life but anyhow i manage and try to live in this era bcoz committing suicide is not a solution of every question so try to learn how to live a life in this present era where no one present there to help u ….
True that. We have to live life on our own, and also to expect nothing , so as to live happily. Keep posting
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I am so glad you go to sea! I was born by it, and can never leave for long.
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Many thanks for following my blog, which is appreciated. I hope you enjoy being a blogger.
Best wishes, Pete.
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thanks a lot
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