
- Mandrem Beach, Goa, India
Dear Love,
With all my rush to get here, I’ve forgotten why I came.
I’m in Goa, India, sitting in a Nepalese restaurant by the beach typing. Words are my anchor. Will they help me find myself? The beach is like a white canvas stretched out and striped with delicate skeleton of hand-made bridges, which take resort guests out to hotel-manned large beach umbrellas, lounge chairs and sun tanning stations. Much of what surrounds this is space.
I made no plans, plotted no route or destination. I assume I’d just Be, Experience, Live…and the path would magically create itself. What a fool.
Where shall I go next?
The question begs a deeper reflection and sharper query:
Why are you here?
Purpose.


Motorbike taxis are popular with locals as a cheap and quick way to zig-zag in and out of traffic. Watch the Thai as they ride side-saddle; they’re real pros at this!






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