Love

There is always someone in the world waiting for someone else, whether in the middle of the desert or in the heart of some big city. And when these two people’s paths cross and their eyes meet, the whole of the past and the whole of the future lose all importance, and there only exists that moment and that incredible certainty that everything under the Sun was written by the very same Hand.

The Hand that awakens Love and creates a sister soul for everyone who works, rests and seeks treasures under the Sun. Were it not for this, the dreams of the human race would make no sense.
(Paulo Coelho).

Before leaving Vietnam, I had already thought that all I had ever known was wrong. The white knight would ride his black horse through deep urban jungles failing on a mission to identify and destroy his enemies and fight for the good. The warrior of light thought he would walk away with the anticipation that not all can be reached in a lifetime. He would return to his lonely search of a promised land to form his own bliss leaving all bad and poor behind. Bangkok with its seduction and consumption could surprisingly not strengthen this assumption. Freedom was joyful for a moment, but did not become the essence, rather a means - as meanwhile he had long realized that what really matters is something different. He had in the past too much left his track doing good for himself and consequently for the others. Now, there is opportunity for re-balancing of goals and for refueling of energy in order to further pursue what is really important. The way. He will make up his mind, considering means to walk the way together, despite all failure and trouble having had occurred. It would be too nice to ride even more horses, on that path to the promised land, taking the beloved ones there, brave all enemies and lead the good way harbored by the power of love and light.