written by owen on 2024-May-21.

I have been really bad at updating the log book due to being lazy or habitually taking pictures all the freaking time. But I cannot complain, it is addictive; like a new age drug that you inject right into your sub concious brain. I need to balance it out but alas as with any drug you get sucked in sink or drown or whatever the water gives you. You need to spend your time doing something - might as well do something you enjoy. No regrets.

Nothing really matters in the end. All that matters are the things you give away for free and the people you help along the way. The experiences are bus stops along the way. A random sequence of occurrences lined up in a neat little row for your enjoyment or suffering. Or both.

At some point in your life you have to decide whether you are the monkey or the tree. Either you want to swing from branch to branch without a care except for the cursory glance to ensure that it is strong enough to hold you weight. Or you want to be the grower of branches for monkeys to swing upon.

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