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So the past few days i've spent in Santa Monica has been spent slow, relaxing, reflecting.

There're always these split paths that we have to choose between. There's that fixed resolved life with that concrete path that people from our country seem to take all the time. That rigid seemingly steel-bound kind of education and eventually into the white collar industry. and there's also that fixed route that many people who choose to have their initials on a dotted line end up with.

Sitting at the crossroads, i know i am going home eventually; Just wondering what i ll be missing out on the other path, that which is unknown, exciting, full of surprises. where could it take one? Dublin? Idaho? Bangkok? Newport Beach?

It's interesting to know what's going to happen 3 or 4 years down the road, actually it's relieving. It's like we always want to have this little crystal ball in front of us to have a sneak peek into whats coming up next. But that's how it has been all these while. What if life can take another unexpected turn? A greenpeace advocate, a member on board the republican's campaign, a wildlife enthusiast, a singer-singwriter? Is the path home just far too predictable?

In the mean time, i can only rely on short journeys to help explore new boundaries.

and to borrow a photo from Jill to help encapsulate these thoughts:

Patrick Park - Life is a Song

You say life is a dream where we can't say what we mean

Maybe just some roadside scene that we're driving past

There's no telling where we'll be in a day or in a week

And there's no promises of peace or of happiness

Well is this why you cling to every little thing

And pulverize and derange all your senses

Maybe life is a song but you're scared to sing along

Until the very ending

Oh, it's time to let go of everything we used to know

Ideas that strengthen who we've been

It's time to cut ties that won't ever free our minds

From the chains and shackles that they're in

Oh, tell me what good is saying that you're free

In a dark and storming sea

You're chained to your history, you're surely sinking fast

You say that you know that the good Lord's in control

He's gonna bless and keep your tired and oh so restless soul

But at the end of the day when every price has been paid

You're gonna rise and sit beside him on some old seat of gold

And won't you tell me why you live like you're afraid to die

You'll die like you're afraid to go

Well life is a dream 'cause we're all walking in our sleep

You could see us stand in lines like we're dead upon our feet

And we build our house of cards and then we wait for it to fall

Always forget how strange it is just to be alive at all