I carry around a notebook a lot, and write my thoughts about my thoughts mainly. I have been going through my notes lately, and I will put anything of interest here.
“Like liquid running through my fingers, I fail to catch the wave. I am not a surfer yet I feel like I’m surfing everyday. Which is a difficult thing to do when you can’t actually see any waves, but they are there, I’m feeling them. Today’s ocean is a turbulent one, yet lacking the exhilaration of riding anything big. Sometimes some speed picks up but it inexplicably disappears. My body is weak actually, I think I’ve been out here too long, yet I feel the need to carry on, something is always pushing me on.”
“Last month I came back, id like to put that in another way. Coming back sounds like going backwards, and that is sure what it feels like, but we can only ever go forward. So I went forward and found myself in a place I have been before.”
“I’m in love with the impermanence of travelling. I had just checked out of my room in Kuala Lumpar, feeling tired and unsure whether I actually wanted to leave, took a taxi to the bus stop and sat on the floor for one hour, waiting for the bus to Kuala Selangor. The whole hour I felt distant, slightly narky (which was exacerbated by the taxi driver that took me to the bus station, it was literally just round the corner from where I was staying, I didn’t know so I asked a taxi driver where it was and he took me, he could have told me it was just round the corner!) and not bothered about the beautiful country I was in. As soon as I got on the bus I felt the familiar feeling of change, impermanence, I felt happy and excited. I love the impermanence of my feelings when travelling, the most important thing to have is patience, soon everything changes, and again you seeing the beauty behind everything. Company, feelings, places, all are travelled whilst travelling. A bus changes your world.”
“The trouble with intellect is that it always proves itself right.”
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