I've been in Sydney the past two weeks. Fletch and I went back for a last minute visit, to feel not so far away from the shit that's been going on. It was good. Good to be there. To be close. But after a few days, I felt far away....again. Because shit started going down back in Hong Kong. Dear friends, who don't deserve any sort of shit, had to deal with things beyond my comprehension. Shit that hurt. Lies that hurt. Stuff that unexpectedly changed the course of their lives. Meanwhile, more shit was still happening in Sydney. Recovery, cancer. That young guy who died in Thredbo last week was an old friend of my brothers. Heartache, loss, rebuilding. Hurt and pain for so many.
You know when you're little you think the world, life, is candy on strings around your wrists, finding a shell in the sand, somersaults on trampolines. Bad stuff only happened in the news in places far away with names you couldn't pronounce. It was forgotten about as quickly as it was heard.
I want back to that. Because this 'grown up' business where people get hurt, feelings are shattered, people are sick, and die... I'm not up for it. It's shit and what scares me is, this is life.
Bring back the candy and trampolines.