It’s windy here these days: full moon, dead-eels-on-the-beach weather. There were fireworks. Don’t know what the connection is. Just a bunch of random occurrences... strung together. Just like life.
WHY am i getting so philosophical here? I dunno, there just seems to be so little “rhyme or reason” to life. Very little cause and effect. Sometimes. And while i’m getting philosophical... why does it seem as i get older, life seems less magical. Why is that?
It’s the full moon. It draws me out to have dinner on the beach. Waves at my feet, moon overhead, sand ON the table and a candle as well.
The conversation goes something like this:
“Hello. Hello. Is the kitchen still open? Yes, have a seat. Thank you. What country you from? Canada. Everything is possible, everything is possible.”
Hey thanks, random Tibetan-looking restaurant guy. That is just what i needed to hear tonight. What a relief! (I don’t verbalize this of course, i keep it to myself, and no sarcasm by the way, i am NEVER sarcastic.)
To appreciate the sentiment "everything is possible" more completely, a little background is necessary. It is very, very, “kholaveri” common to hear the expression “anything is possible” (or the hindi version “sab kuch milega”) while travelling in India. Anything IS possible both metaphorically speaking and literally. An elephant could just... walk across your car or... you could pay someone a little extra to find and bring you some hard-to-procur item from somewhere, somehow, someone will know something. “Everything is possible” is a slightly more exciting version of the old standby. This is the first time i’ve heard it and i am glad to hear it tonight when the words fall like balm around my ears. SO philosophical this evening. Maybe i should just stick to sea eels and tide reports ;)
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