Re-Evaluate

The sun shines bright against clear skies, warming the Earth.  He looks up, the summer has finally arrived.  But that begs the question, what happened to the other months in between?

There was a point in his life when the summer would storm in with all its thunderous glory, filling the air around him with a sense of purpose that had yet to be realized.  But without his initial sanctuary, the summers in his new locale are not quite the same.  The vernal squalls continue to roll over the land, but they no longer hold the same power over him as they once did.  But perhaps it was not that the storms had suddenly lost their influence, but that he had already found (and exhausted) his purpose before they came.  After all, even though he had survived the ceremonial trials, the ordeals they laid before him were far from over.

He wakes on a little rowboat in the middle of the ocean, armed with only a wooden paddle.  With infinite stretches of blue in all directions, he paddles.  At first, he enjoys the experience, taking in his surroundings and absorbing the serene essence of the water.  He paddles out of instinct, but as the storm clouds gathered in the horizon, he begins to paddle out of panic.  And as the tempest creeps closer and closer, the more his muscles begin to fatigue.  If only he remembered that he kept a map and compass in his pocket, his outcome might have been more optimistic.

"You're wasting your time, you know?" 

You're absolutely right, I really ought to stop doing that.  Perhaps, once I figure out how to wake my torpid mind, I'll finally get around to it one of these days.