I need to start writing more frequently, as time is moving quickly, like the last remaining sands that fall through the inevitable hourglass of one’s life.
This blog is my historical record, and there is no doubt that it will be left unfinished, stories that won’t be told here due to my death. I will try though to keep it as up to date as possible.
I share this the day after I found out my father had a heart attack, surgery and three stents later, he is slowly recovering in the hospital. I knew this day would come, yet the helplessness I feel not being close by is hurting worse than I ever imagined. Every window I look out only shows how far away I really am from him.
Perhaps I’ve been doing life wrong all along, looking for constant adventures that will give me a sense of purpose, sacrificing precious time that could have been spent with family.
I knew this decade would take my life in new directions, with the loss of both my parents an almost foregone conclusion by the end of the 2021’s, and that reality hurts.
Can I continue just capturing serene moments in Nature to fill the time we all have left?