As I was sitting drinking beer, perhaps getting a bit drunk this evening downtown, it dawned on me a few facts:
I am pretty lucky! I was riding the tuk tuk through downtown Phnom Penh when it dawned on me perhaps through some beer and inebriation states that life is pretty good. Here I am riding a tuk tuk through downtown Cambodia on a Friday night after drinking more than my fair share of beer downtown for a reasonable price. The light is ebbing and the sunset is going red in the city. How I translated so many years of pain and agony from 2009 to 2014 to this is amazing! So yes. I am pretty lucky.
Life is pretty good! Yes. Life is pretty good. Again, riding that tuk tuk away from the riverside area with its bars and restaurants made me realize that life is pretty good. Here I am in a place that I never thought I would see. In a retirement that 10 years ago I only imagined. In a moment that seems so unreal. Perhaps its the beer talking tonight but wow! I mean wow. Riding the tuk tuk through a cosmopolitan city like Phnom Penh with a beer buzz on and seeing the city turning to evening with horns honking and people yelling and traffic going. So yes, there is the lucky thing and life is pretty good.
My days are forever graced! There is no way I ever imagined that the days I have now would be the way they are when I imagined them years ago. I never knew how well life would be retired or moving to this beat. Life is so good now! Tomorrow is not going to be like today and that is okay. Tomorrow I will go to other places and see them and walk them with the camera. It is all good. What I realized today is that these moments are graced and life will turn itself around for me in a week as I fly to Singapore.
So perhaps the beer is talking tonight. Perhaps the moments have all come together and let me see how totally fucking cool life can be when there is no end state. No place to have to be or things to have to do. No goals or milestones or responsibilities. Tomorrow undoubtedly will be a day of beer hang over and hopefully sleeping late. It does not matter though because I found out a seminal thing today. This place, this day, this reality does not matter. I have another one cooking up. Maybe that one does. But the real truth is none of them do and it is the moments of each that really matter. That creates yet another beer drinking event for me this evening.