When reading deep modern identity literature it feels like reading beautiful philosophy. Starting my own one-year -trip to Thailand off by reading Haruki Murakami’s novel “South of the border, west of the sun / kokky no minami taiyou no nishii” seems like the most perfect startshot. His style of writing really kicks me and I can’t help but feel that many of the punch lines were written only for me and my own self-understanding. I guess that’s how many people feels when reading exactly his way of combining words into something deeper. The end of this school year really started my hunger for reading, which is something I’ve always enjoyed a lot but the time and lust for eating up words weren’t so much in my interest while homework and assignments filled out the reading pleasure. Lately though I’ve found this indescribable desire to read every book in the world and I’ve suddenly realized how much great literature I’ve missed out on these years. At least I know one thing I can kill time with the upcoming months.
My life has since the last updating post been turned upside down. What my lifestyle and goal was build up on was school which just… suddenly ended. Something no one really ever thought would actually happen. This has led to an enormous upheaval in so many lives that it is impossible for anyone to put into words. What now? It seems that our system has put so much pressure on us that the choices we make now will be crucial, not only for our own lives but also the future of the society. A pressure that plagues me. My latest post with words of Susanna-Cole King probably rooted in this. Maybe you and I should leave everything and go travel the world instead?
But for now I will try to enjoy my life, which may seem a bit hard. My heart is wrapped in a shawl of longing, loneliness, freedom, curiosity, fear, and most of all gratitude.
The first couple of weeks I spent with my family have been amazing, and I had forgotten what a beautiful country Thailand is. But now that they have left me, and my feet are planted in new soil I feel so lost. What this adventure so far has taught me is that goodbyes will never be easy. The last thing I remember from Copenhagen Airport is kissing Nico on the cheek, feeling his tears on my skin and then his face all red, once more saying ‘talk to you soon’ and turn around.
Every goodbye my trip has given me has made every teardrop turn into a waterfall.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder