september - september -
i hold no faith in divine creation or destiny
but i like to dabble in the idea of magic.
lucky happenstance.serendipity.
i fallow my gut.my heart.
more than any logic mind
and it often brings me to happiness
i moved to phnom penh on a drunken whim
i moved home to be practical
i moved back to phnom penh because i had
nothing at home to go back to.
i moved to pai because magical things
alined.
you cant think too much into 'accidents'
things happen not because they should
but because of who you are and how you
present
yourself.
i am magic because i am good enough to have
good people that find me
who love me
and who stay close.
i met tierney in pai and i made a friend
i saw her again in phnom penh
(she wasnt supposed to be there, visa problems)
but then, there she was.
we ate dinner with wine, and dessert.
her mother and father, a conversation - - - -
halloween at top.
it was nice
i met her again in april, interviewed and got my current job.
shes amazing,
home here is amazing.
i dont want to let her go.
i met kenta in laos on a tubbing trip.
we spent three days together -
i met up with him two weeks ago.
when i invited him to come and stay with me
he was supposed to be gone by the 25th -
hes still here.
talks all night with a stranger
talks all night with a friend
i like him in this place, hes good.
i dont want to let him go.
travels are always full of adventure and magic.
the people you meet - sometimes, you meet them again.
and the way they can change your life is like
nothing else.
you are all lost
nomads, searching the globe for an adventure outside
'home'
attempting to find some unknown truth in yourself and the humans
around
you.
you are honest and open and excited and
sometimes, you are
afraid.
sometimes you love
(and love is forever)
and that can build on everything
or
tear it all apart.
life is: a series of moments
(thats obvious enough)
the only thing to do is live through them
to love through them
and when people walk away
you
you are left with stories.
you are left with jokes.
you are left with open tears.
you are left with a life
fuller than the one you could only ever dream of knowing before.
you cant keep them all.
no matter how magical a situation
no matter how magical a human.
eventually -
youre left alone.
so.
pack those bags
a lifetime is there for you,
just over those hills.
but i like to dabble in the idea of magic.
lucky happenstance.serendipity.
i fallow my gut.my heart.
more than any logic mind
and it often brings me to happiness
i moved to phnom penh on a drunken whim
i moved home to be practical
i moved back to phnom penh because i had
nothing at home to go back to.
i moved to pai because magical things
alined.
you cant think too much into 'accidents'
things happen not because they should
but because of who you are and how you
present
yourself.
i am magic because i am good enough to have
good people that find me
who love me
and who stay close.
i met tierney in pai and i made a friend
i saw her again in phnom penh
(she wasnt supposed to be there, visa problems)
but then, there she was.
we ate dinner with wine, and dessert.
her mother and father, a conversation - - - -
halloween at top.
it was nice
i met her again in april, interviewed and got my current job.
shes amazing,
home here is amazing.
i dont want to let her go.
i met kenta in laos on a tubbing trip.
we spent three days together -
i met up with him two weeks ago.
when i invited him to come and stay with me
he was supposed to be gone by the 25th -
hes still here.
talks all night with a stranger
talks all night with a friend
i like him in this place, hes good.
i dont want to let him go.
travels are always full of adventure and magic.
the people you meet - sometimes, you meet them again.
and the way they can change your life is like
nothing else.
you are all lost
nomads, searching the globe for an adventure outside
'home'
attempting to find some unknown truth in yourself and the humans
around
you.
you are honest and open and excited and
sometimes, you are
afraid.
sometimes you love
(and love is forever)
and that can build on everything
or
tear it all apart.
life is: a series of moments
(thats obvious enough)
the only thing to do is live through them
to love through them
and when people walk away
you
you are left with stories.
you are left with jokes.
you are left with open tears.
you are left with a life
fuller than the one you could only ever dream of knowing before.
you cant keep them all.
no matter how magical a situation
no matter how magical a human.
eventually -
youre left alone.
so.
pack those bags
a lifetime is there for you,
just over those hills.