All too often, I get caught up in what’s next. Plans, ideas, dreams, tasks, and the thousand other things that could be down the road. The larger the future seems, the smaller I feel… drawing back into my hole. And I forget that life is to be lived. That its here. NOW! It’s sad that I forget… but its always so wonderful when I remember again.
ship (n.)Where did the term ship even come from someone explain this to me
O.E. scip “ship, boat,” from P.Gmc. *skipam (cf. O.N., O.S., Goth. skip, Dan. skib, Swed. skepp, M.Du. scip, Du. schip, O.H.G. skif, Ger. Schiff), “Germanic noun of obscure origin” [Watkins]. Others suggest perhaps originally “tree cut out or hollowed out,” and derive it from PIE base *skei- “to cut, split.” The O.E. word was used for small craft as well; in 19c., distinct from a boat in having a bowsprit and three masts, each with a lower, top, and topgallant mast. Fr. esquif, It. schifo are Germanic loan-words. Phrase ships that pass in the night is from Longfellow’s poem “Elizabeth” in “Tales of a Wayside Inn” (1863). Figurative use of nautical runs a tight ship (i.e., one that does not leak) is attested from 1965.
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