Désiré

It was only fitting that the little boat’s name was “Désiré”. Longing for something was what he did all day, everyday. He didn’t know what he was longing for, he assumed that he desired many things, which included professions, women, hobbies, fame, and the list just rolled along.
He didn’t like this part of the world much, but in all honesty he didn’t like much of the world anyways. This little medieval French village was so annoying to him that he only enjoyed the place when nobody was around. That’s why he had driven down here at 5 am to enjoy the cold breeze by the lake. In late August the weather went up to 35 degrees celsius, which he did not enjoy much since he didn’t have the sea around to dive in whenever he wanted to.
But, there he sat down by the lake right behind “Désiré”, which perhaps was a fishing boat. It could’ve been a fishing boat for some regular fella, or it could’ve belonged to the village authorities. To whom the boat belonged to was a meaningless question that didn’t bother him much. The boat was what it was, in shape and in size, therefore it’s operational limits were defined during the production process. It also was floating on a lake, which meant that it’s travelling capabilities were defined by the borders of the lake. “Désiré” was facing to the bigger sailboats that had bigger capacity to carry, generate momentum, and travel. Those boats hosted much better days and nights. By “better” Simon didn’t think that those nights were only happy ones. Any action counted as better, which could’ve been discussions, arguments, dances, feasts, sex, drugs, alcohol, make-ups, breakups and many more. “Désiré” was positioned in a way that she looked like she was longing for that type of action, but she would never get there. At leas to that scale of activities. She would face limited action along with limited amounts of time on water. But at least she knew what she was designed to do and where she belonged to, which wasn’t really the case for Simon.
Simon couldn’t help but feel empathy for “Désiré”. He looked at some people with the same longing that the little boat was looking at bigger boats.
He really liked the saying “Ignorance is bliss”. Intelligence was a man’s curse. The more you knew, the more you thought about it. The more you thought about it, the more you’ve wasted time on it. The concept of wasting time only came together with thinking about things that he could not really influence in the bigger picture.
He didn’t mind thinking as long as it didn’t effect his productivity, but he wasn’t really productive at all.
He would go on with his day without doing anything productive, and would curse at himself for being this way. But he would cherish a couple of moments as well. He would really enjoy seeing the girl that was working at Starbucks, probably of hispanic descent. A natural with no make up and real eyebrows, which was quite rare nowadays. She would smile while taking his order and he would smile back thinking that she liked him too. He wouldn’t be able to approach the girl by any means, but it would cloud his mind for another hour or so. He would go on thinking that it’s just another beautiful story that hasn’t been experienced. Even the thought at this point was pretty much a gift. Because the hours and days just wouldn’t go by.
He got up thanking “Désiré” for looking as miserable as his soul was, but they would both enjoy the rest of the days one way or another. Maybe a girl and a boy would sneak onto “Désiré” and make love on it. Maybe it would get stolen and get carried away by the current towards the Swiss side of the lake. But something would eventually happen to make it’s existence fun one way or another. He felt the same way about himself.
But for now “Désiré” and Simon both longed for something, although one was alive and the other not, they would both experience belonging eventually.