From Wat Pho with love

A difficult thing to be aware of is creating final thoughts. Those are the most dangerous kind, don't you think? I've written many, too many. In the flux and desire of finding myself I've stood still in my beliefs until I did. And yet exactly upon finding myself the unbearable desire to leave is borne. I gotta do something, there has to be more.

It was a good idea to get away, there was something especially unsettling about the cold of this winter. But the transition from cold to warm is a better metaphor than literal description.

Intrinsic to the idea of success is this idea of failure. Failure, neither meeting nor exceeded expectations or requirements.  Intrinsic to the idea of failure is the idea of evaluation.  Who is evaluating but the evaluated?  So when the ambitious boy of his 20s evaluates each day wanting evermore, more stuffs, he is rather on the road to failure than success.  It is only in times like these, among warm reminders of what joy has already been and what joy is yet to come can a man approach serenity.

I'm open to the idea that I can be taken, again, on my journey. I don't fear the failure of losing my way, the way I intemded. In fact which way was that exactly - where did it go? Planning is a good way of putting the future in the past, where it will be safe and yet forgotten.  And so it is, forgotten. All is forgotten, all is forgiven, hopefully all is forgiven of me.

That's it for this thought...