Waking up was hard today. I haven’t felt that struggle since working at the bank when I dreaded facing the daily grind. The three Irish backpackers in my room got up one by one in the darkness, readied themselves, and went off to their working holiday jobs. I felt just a little more at ease in the silence of the room.
When you spend your time in a lonely paradise, you have no choice but to merge with the quiet beauty of not only the place, but of your thoughts and insecurities. When you spend time alone, you have to go deeper inside the workings of your mind.