Episode VI: Upon His Date of Departure, The Jedi Contemplates The Duality of (at the same time) Wanting to Leave and Wanting to Return

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and brining up the rear of ever funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand on me, that it requires a strong moral principal to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me.
-Herman Melville, Moby-Dick

Well my ship's been split to splinters, and it's sinking fast
I'm drowning in the poison, got no future, got no past
But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free
I got nothing but affection for all those who've sailed with me
-Bob Dylan, "Mississippi"