Blue Blue Sky

Inside this joy, I am sometimes sad about my constant state of change. Of travel, of obsession with culture, and most of all, my affinity with leaving.
I just don't know any way else to be.

I am fueled and propelled by the dreams of my family and friends. By the way they see me, changing...

I come back, then I dream bigger. Then I go, come back, and dream bigger.

Now I meet others who have aged doing this, and I am afraid I am as lawless as them...As temporary? As ink-less as this damn computer.

So glad I came out to the island. On the boat ride back, I could see off to an edge of the world I had never seen before. Where the sea and the sky meet, in an infinite sparkle, and I am swallowed.

And on the beach, I stare off into the ocean for hours. Like the others here, given a rare chance to be okay with life, with all my experiences and thoughts. How can you not be okay when staring into the twinkling 10 karat ocean under the blue, blue sky?

The sand here is so fine it slips into every crevice and coats the skin a soft white. And nothing annoys me, not the mould on my roof, not the sand in my bed, not even the burning garbage outside of my bungalow.

This is Thailand. Just smile, and every little thing will be alright.