Written on our flight from Kaoshiung to Hong Kong on Monday, September 3rd:
This mostly blank page radiates possibility. It holds inside itself secrets yet to be unveiled. Inspiration is squeezed out of my pen as the the borders of our comfort zones are also pressed against.
Standing in Chiayi two evenings ago, I paused my walk with Jack and allowed the immensity of the moment to wash over me. Waves of emotion crashed against me, waking up long slumbering synapses. I don't know if it was the emptiness of the park due to a recent rainstorm or the beautiful symmetry of the stone path ahead of me, but it awakened something in me. Even now, I feel the pulsing electricity of adventure coursing hot and impatiently through my veins.
I'm waking up...
It's hard to say when exactly I lost myself. I could dwell on it, but what could possibly come of that? The road lies ahead of me, eagerly beckoning me on: a child dying to show me a new discovery; a wise, wrinkled old man waving me forward to try my hand in this great big world.
I timidly take a step. Then another.
The blank page fills...
