She and I
were chilling in a hostel isolated up in the mountains far from everywhere. I
had been travelling alone for weeks and I missed my girlfriend very much.
Sarah is an
awesome woman who had served me cigarettes and beer whenever I asked. Maybe
because I am such a charming person but probably because she worked at the
hostel and I paid. She sat in her hammock looking at me curiously with her legs
now facing forward at my request.
"Might
be poisonous" I warned, and pointed towards the pretty big spider crawling
beneath her where her feet just had been.
You can't see them, but there are a lot of spiders in this picture.
It wasn't
by choice I was travelling alone. Sofia and I had just begun our planned travel
along the Panamamerican Highway when her mom passed away and she had to fly
home.
Then her
dad died. Then her aunt.
Losing the larger
part of your family in a few months changes anyone, if nothing else it confirms
how short and fragile life is. In a little more than a hundred years, everyone
currently alive today will be gone. Everyone.
The excellent
but rarely updated blog WaitButWhy has a great post about visualizing lifespan by representing every month or week with a box.
Looking at a chart with every month laid out in front of you and life looks
incredibly short. A month passes so quickly, how am I going to accomplish
anything at all when time only seems to accelerate?
Here is my
time on this planet in months, my past and an unknown future:
It is time
to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life. It will probably take
the rest of my life to do that. Until then me and the lovely LongboardLady will ride our bicycles.
Unless I already understood the secret of life when I was 1 year old. It sure looks like it.
Naked with a drink in hand.
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