I watched these men for a few minutes during my boat ride from Tidung Island.  I think they were all just close friends…perhaps a few were related (there were about 7 of them in total).

To make a long story short, one of them could barely keep his eyes open and so the man that was sitting next to me, got up and sat right in front of the one that was falling asleep so that he could rest his head on him and be more comfortable.  

By the end of the trip, all of them were leaning on each other in some way, sleeping.

It was one of the most thought-provoking moments of my trip thus far…

The camaraderie of these men was a sight to see. 


Slipping through my fingers…

As the days pass, more time elapses.

And people that I care about, 1 by 1, seem to be slipping away from me.

It’s a hard pill to swallow.

They’re slipping through my fingers and I feel powerless to stop it…stop them.

I suppose this sort of loss comes with the territory but I don’t want that to happen.

But I feel powerless to stop it…stop them.

So, I won’t.

I can’t.