I wake up with the sound of chickens, and the sun’s morning glow smothers the room. Not even the air conditioning can lull me back to sleep. Anyhow, it’s 6am. The sun is unforgiving and relentless, but sensitive enough to offer this sliver stretch of comfortable weather. So I get up to start my day.
My agenda isn’t filled with events or places to visit. The only place I’ll visit is the market to buy fresh food for the day. The remaining hours are spent idle - which is not to say that my day is meaningless. Along the way, I’ll bask in the scenery on the back of a motorcycle. I’ll feel every crack in the road. I’ll inhale savory fumes from the food vendor’s carts. I’ll watch rice grains being laid out on the ground, drying in the sun. I’ll throw away my concept of time and schedules because they don’t exist where I am. I’ll share a drink with my family. We’ll sit and talk. I’ll come out at night and see the stars like I’ve never seen them before.
I don’t explicitly intend to go sightseeing. But I am. It’s inherent through experiencing. Not to sound didactic, but more people should visit Asia. I’m sure Europe is nice to visit and foreign enough compared to the West, but Asia is another beast. I dare you to come back without learning more about yourself. Spiders, flies and bugs are rampant. The heat is oppressive. There’s limited access to the Internet. It can be unmercifully demanding if you’re used to Western lifestyle. But it’s a rewarding experience unlike anything else. You’ll come back with growth and perspective, which trumps pictures and souvenirs any day.
“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do.”— Dead Poets Society, 1989 (via coopsmith)