As we stumble carefully through the Thai country-side we suddenly start to understand what it means when poets and parents and people who look down on us
all swear that it's not about the destination
but about the times that we have while getting there.
Up until now such prose has been nothing more than melancholy cliche
but there's something in this warm oriental evening that turns our heads and bites at us as if to say
'you will never quite make it, but that is beside the point'.
As this freshly apparent truth starts to sink in we grow silent in the realisation that the utopia we yearn for is already here
and that paradise is in the now
and no matter how many years we live, nothing will ever be as good as what we are living in this exact moment.
The journey;
the freshness of youth;
the liberating freedom that is the search.
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