We sailed a little boat around the world.
It was awesome - awful, lonely - lively, bleak - bountiful.
Like life.
We sailed 300 days and nights, 50,000 miles, and still, for all of that, we wound up where we started.
How could that be?

“Well you see, the world is round” he said. “Like life” “We head off with great intent, with great industry, risk our lives, use ourselves up, and we wind up in the same place.”

Do we?  
I looked again.
The place is familiar, but I am not.
Ah yes, the journey changed us, changed me.

We sailed a little boat around the world. It was awesome - awful, lonely - lively, bleak - bountiful.
Like life.
We sailed 300 days and nights, 50,000 miles, but never came back. Like life.
We never came back, because we could not come back.
The world is round, but life is not.
Life is a spiral.