it's 6:14 AM and I am back from exploring southeast asia
---am very slowly working on the emails. last night, I found out that heroes had started playing again and I've missed out on the past nine episodes. it was as my life was on the brink when they told me!! two full months have passed since being in hong kong and I'm not sure where all the time has gone, really. in one of the classes I do attend, we talked about our consciousness over time and how regulated our lives are. a bit scary, perhaps.
I lucked out on my travels - I am still alive. After four hospital visits, motorbike accidents, infected mosquito bites, and sketchy people, I just have a slight limp and several wounds. Pretty much lucked out. Everything that I've ever been warned against, have had slight to major objections to, or have questioned the relativity of, was broken or experienced in some way. Like how parents tell their kiddies to never accept rides from complete strangers - done. Or how much of a bad idea it is to drive without a license - yet again, done. And how it may not be such a good idea to domesticate wild animals, like tigers, in a petting zoo - even the Thai monks said done.
For the past couple of weeks, I've wondered what apologies, guilt, and trust really mean. is there really satisfaction in any of it ?