. This is one of those moments you will remember the rest of your life, I couldn’t help but think to myself. Lost in the gesture, we finally wandered off, to see more, feel more, know more. All manners of homage came and went; the giant reclining Buddha statue, temples adorned with color and gold, murals that stretched for miles, spires that touched the heavens. If anyone can climb a Cambodian temple to the top, look around at all that this earth has provided and not feel humbled, struck at the beauty of it all, marvel at the creation that man has built, then that person has no soul. I came away, riding the brown murky waves of the river back to familiarity, but not without a piece of inspiration and longing for that which is deep and meaningful in our lives. To devote myself fully to a path worthy of all that has come before and all that will come after. This journey has only just begun, but with newfound purpose and dedication. I revel in it.
Sleep came easy. Waking to the reality of a stranger in a strange land. Limitless possibilities. I stirred from rest first. Anyone who knows me understands the implications of this. Usually the last to rise back home, deep slumber in my bed, I snapped out of the ether like a light switch had been turned on. The other two were slow to wake, taking their time to break the dawn. We decided to spend the day on a pilgrimage to the local shrines. From train to boat to bare feet, we made our way across the city. All the while, still stunned disbelief that we were here in this place at this very moment. Our sights set on the grand palace. We crawled through the maze of pathways and corridors. Our eyes bloated with tribute after glorious tribute. Finally making our way to the pinnacle of this spectacle; the temple of the emerald Buddha. Shoes off, knees on the floor, crawling toward what can only be described as a golden doorway into nirvana. Surrounded by devotees, I couldn't help but sit in awe, minuscule and insignificant