Aloha
There’s no such thing as paradise. I always thought paradise had to be a place. Someplace amazing, beautiful, stunning, breath-taking. For me, paradise isn’t a place. I want it to be. But it’s just not happening for me.
We’re on an island. It’s 85 degrees, the humidity is low, the sun is out, and the surf is amazing. However, I find myself, lost in my thoughts, and in the work and journey ahead of us.
Yesterday, we were at the launch party for Roz Savage. She’s rowing across the Pacific Ocean. She started the second leg of her trip yesterday from Hawaii. Destination? Australia. She’ll make one pit stop in a nearby island.
This woman, is rowing across the ocean. 12 hours a day. Pretty much living off food bars. We saw her row into the dark, empty ocean yesterday. I can’t even begin to imagine, being out there, alone, in the unknown.
After seeing the tiny row boat, drip off into the distance, I began to ponder about our project, and what we had in store for us. Hawaii is symbolic in many ways. It’s the last state to be part of America and it’s our last state of our journey. I seem to blend in amongst the large asian population here, but yet, I feel myself detached from society and the community here. There is something to examine about myself here.
Maybe I’ll think about it, while I rub all the dead skin off my peeling back.
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