I don't care if this sounds maudlin. I cruise because I loved the ocean before I even saw it.
Maybe it was Popeye cartoons. Maybe it was Seahunt or Tugboat Annie. I only know that since I was very young I wanted to work at sea. And, heck, I never even saw saltwater until I was fifteen.
My older sister and I talked about that at a family get together before our first cruise--our first was a family cruise. She says I was eight when I started yacking about being a sailor when I grew up. But I could swear I was born wanting to be one.
Sometimes fate equates to destiny. Circumstances well beyond my control dictated worklife on shore. Choosing to fulfill responsibilities, duty, and commitments within my control kept me landlocked. Now that I'm materially as wealthy as I can ever expect to be, I sublimate deferred dreams as a passenger. A poor substitute, but it gets me beyond the beach..