I'm burning the boat that carried me to here.
She was a damn sturdy vessel. A solid muthah. I loved her hard, I carved my name in her mast. We weathered storms. I'm pulling up to a new land of opportunity. I can feel the belly of my boat hitting sand. It's coming time to swim to shore for fresh fruit, deep deep trust, radiance, relief. I look back at my boat. And I think, Damn, your diligence could come in handy. You're such a hard worker. I should keep you docked. But I sense my future will require wings instead of sails. Less work, more play.
With gratitude, I strike a match.