January 9

I’ve seen it happen, this so-called hostel love. Others may think of it shallow, but when you’re there, feelings seem to be magnified, intense. That brief glance, that shared laugh, the birth of a spark — then there you go, emotions build up like pebbles rolling down, turning into a full-blown avalance, and you are swept off your feet.

Maybe it’s because of the transient nature of backpacking. All you have is NOW, that serendipitous moment, and anything other than pressing the pedal to the metal is foolish.

Still trying to shrug off thoughts of past lives after reading The Aleph. Trying to straighten out the present is hard enough; what more the baggage of a hundred reincarnations?!

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