Farewell and not goodbye
So here I am, watched the last sunset over the Potala this time around ... couldn't really get my eyes of it. Love at first site, the kind that will last forever; not letting go this time. I've been living a dream, immensely grateful for the chance of seeing such beautiful places, such beautiful people.
Immensely grateful for having the chance of seeing my dream come true. The beautiful mountains, yaks grazing peacefully, breathtaking heights, the sweet smell of yak butter candles, the charming dim light of secluded monasteries, pilgrims humming their mantras, prayer wheels turning forever, the humblest smiles I have ever seen ...
My last night here in Lhasa, I've spent in the company of three wonderful strangers. Beers, momos and laughs; joy, curiosity and sorrow. Funny how things come together in life, opposites mix and life somehow goes on. Impossible dreams put into words, hope against all odds. A lesson.
Never will I talk about suffering again, little right do I have. Forever will I remember the hope and acceptance ... a dream - being humble enough to accept and hope on. Being humble enough to realize that my own dreams; however brave or impossible they might seem, are nothing but a play, nothing but possible.
To all my friends, some things we just can't say engouh. Thank you. I love you.
Immensely grateful for having the chance of seeing my dream come true. The beautiful mountains, yaks grazing peacefully, breathtaking heights, the sweet smell of yak butter candles, the charming dim light of secluded monasteries, pilgrims humming their mantras, prayer wheels turning forever, the humblest smiles I have ever seen ...
My last night here in Lhasa, I've spent in the company of three wonderful strangers. Beers, momos and laughs; joy, curiosity and sorrow. Funny how things come together in life, opposites mix and life somehow goes on. Impossible dreams put into words, hope against all odds. A lesson.
Never will I talk about suffering again, little right do I have. Forever will I remember the hope and acceptance ... a dream - being humble enough to accept and hope on. Being humble enough to realize that my own dreams; however brave or impossible they might seem, are nothing but a play, nothing but possible.
To all my friends, some things we just can't say engouh. Thank you. I love you.
2 Comments:
Hey!! When are you coming back.. that's what I want to know.. lol =)Miss u loads =( LCPing eats up all my time.. you might have warned me before hand .. it's still worth the effort though .. btw Felix and I are going to protest for membership in the sewing circle ;) ... take care and who needs Europe.. come back to North America.. loads of love as always =)
Hey Veronica - something I've come to realise in these last few months...
The more you travel and learn about the world around you - the more you're travelling & learning deep inside yourself.
I'm happy you had fun in China. I'm even happier that you got so much out of it.
Happy landing 007. :)
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