Once you have traveled, the voyage never ends, but is played out over and over again in the quietest chambers, that the mind can never break off from the journey.
my obsession with palm trees started in thailand and has flourished fervently ever since. tropical and whimsical. they remind me of days in the sun with toes in the sand and blissful contentment. they remind me of a place where time is irrelevant and scorching summer days roll into perfect summer evenings. they remind me of exploring an island on a scooter with the wind blowing recklessly through my hair. they remind me of banana smoothies of decadant hour long massages. they remind me of being in a completely foreign place and yet feeling so at home.
but most of all they remind me of the Thai phrase "mai plu" - no worries...
how do you explain a feeling of perpetual confusion? it slowly encapsulates your body. clawing its way into your flesh and surging towards your soul. what do you do when you want to be happy with all that you are but your mind and your heart are tangled and torn between everything and nothing simultaneously. you don't know what you want but you do.
its easy to take things for granted. we do it everyday. forgetting to appreciate the little things in life. rain on your face. wind through your hair. the smell of the ocean. grass beneath your barefeet. a hug from a friend. a smile from a stranger. and the simple fact that every day without fail the sun will rise. so we can succumb to a perpetual state of mind-numbing nothingness or we can choose to revel in life's splendour in euphoric oblivion. alive and kicking.