I had a strange dream the other night.
I was living somewhere in Asia, in a shack, along the coast. For some reason I had moved all my possessions there – everything from photographs to important documents. Yeah, I know, crazy! I would never do that.
This tsunami wave comes in and wipes out the entire coast line. My hut was on the beach so everything was taken back out to sea with it. My neighbor, who’s home was deep inside a cave was able to hold onto most of his stuff.
I was so upset to lose photographs, as they can never be replaced. Although, my camera was still with me, as I had it in a bag on me when the wave came in. Of course, it makes no sense that the wave only emptied out my home and not demolish the home.
When I went inside to see if anything had been left, I was crushed when I looked against the back wall and my Saga was gone. My panniers had been still on her, fully loaded. I was crushed. Absolutely crushed. I thought, “I’ll never be able to continue on….”
Sometimes I still get butterflies in my stomach when thinking about hopping back on the saddle and continuing. I question if it’s still necessary, and after knowing the dangers…do I have the balls to go back at it.
Yeah. I do…I’m a pacifist but I will kill those butterflies.