Ridin'

I've been taking the back seat for the last week. We're just back from our pilgrimage - to Laguna Redang Island Resort!! I'm on leave from work for another week and a half, giving me time to finally sort out my nitty gritty - like getting Gina's new steering box transplant done. Whoopee!

I've had lots of time to stroll, think, pod and ponder about my life's philosophies. Its hard to rationalize an existence when humans are leaving the planet in such massive numbers in disaster after disaster - it keeps me wondering what's next, and where, and getting almost tired of feeling mournful for all the lives lost. Does a greater number of deaths make each death less significant? I guess to a human mind it does.

A dark & morbid part of me does want disaster to come close enough... not enough to kill, but to really shake me - shake me free of all that doesn't matter and leave in my hands what really does - if there is anything at all. And of course another part of me is afraid... and wonders why this drop of life, this moment of existence, can appear so damn real.