Just finished up three weeks in Indonesia and it was spectacular

I was traveling with Nerissa, and having someone to share the experiences with was awesome. Basically we traveled to Jogjakarta (temples), Mount Bromo (active volcano!), Gili Meno (paradise island) and Ubud (artisan capital of Bali).

I can’t believe it’s over already and I’m back on my own again here in Singapore.  I think I’m going to spend the next couple weeks in Northern Thailand since I missed it last time I was there and then head into Laos for a few weeks after to meet some friends there. After that…who knows…my plans change every day anyways hahah

Hope you enjoy the photos from Indonesia!

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I am born. A new universe explodes into existence.

Galaxies taking shape with consciousness. A limitless world created in the dream of my life. A pause. I breathe.

I am ten, playing basketball in my driveway. A shot. Miss. Getting the ball again, prepping for another shot. I pause. Will I remember this moment? This exact location in time ten years from now? I’ll never be that old.

I am twenty, doing differential equations on my desk at university. I pause. Look up, staring at the wall. I remember the basketball shot in Georgia so long ago. Will I remember this new moment in the future. I’ll never be done university.

I’m in New Zealand, hiking on the ridgeline of the Kepler track. I pause. How did I get here? The clouds part slightly and beams of sunlight shine on the landscape around me, warming my face. I remember the other pauses. My eyes well up with realization.

I am already back home. I am working at a new job. I am at my own wedding. I pause. I do. I am holding my child in my arms for the first time. A new universe exploding into existence. I pause. Tears. I am watching them ride a bike for the first time. I am seeing them off to university. I am at the funerals of loved ones. I pause. I am old.

A grandchild sits on my knee as I tell them stories from my past, my present? I tell them about the strong Greek blood that courses through their veins. Their skin armoured against the sun’s rays just like their grandfather’s. I pause. We smile.

They are at my funeral. A fraction of a moment after a universe explodes into existence, there’s a pause, and it collapses again.