I’ve been given this precious life

And I appreciate it still — to the fullest. I’m doing alright; what have I to complain about.

I was happiest in that land, where I felt I truly belong — in the sense everything about the place could foster my identity, spirit, and the many fancies within my heart.

Getting out of bed can be a struggle at certain times I admit. (Btw, this isn’t my bedroom. it was in Clarion Hotel in Norway. What’s that thing below my eye? Drat. photo ek ek stuff)

Today is a special day for me. I’m simply glad to be alive.

Traveling is the only goal left for me now. With very limited resources, well, gotta be picky the next (and most probably the last) time.

There is always something left to love.”
―from One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez



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