Transitions.
I spent the afternoon reveling with the locals and a myriad of foreigners for our first festival of the year. The week has been so odd and surreal that I needed something to reinforce my lust for life in general. The week itself contained the deaths of some people who were seemingly too young to go, a progressed illness in a close friend, a change in my career path, and the potential dissolve of a friendship that was fairly new. Surreal doesn't even describe it all. The universe has always shown me when I'm going down the correct path and when I make a life change it always encompasses so much more than I expected. This time is no different. Each thing that changes directly correlates to the other, for every thing I give up there is always something that comes to take it's place. Doors opening and closing if you will. Death = Transition I've never been one to believe the phrase "gone too soon", or "too young to die". I'm not ...