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I look at what sets us apart from the rest of everything in the world. What's the difference between us and a rock on the ground. Why we are so much different than a tree that sits and stares at a sunset every night. Those little spikes in the back of our necks and the twisting in our chest.... These are the feelings that set us aside from the other wonders. But is this our downfall. To live, to feel, to be made of fault because of our emotions and our natural need to seek personal fulfillment....

What was my point???

These simple emotions play such roles in our decisions and impact the one to the next. I learn now that as emotional as I can be, the world is still just in my mind, and what I feel and what I see can be two very different things.

Judgment. Perspective. Interpretation....

My point? After this trip, I have reflected back on the past to this so called post vacation syndrome. The feeling you get when everything you do relates back to the trip. It feels like a lost girlfriend. A missing link in the chain. The night without stars. Anything can remind you of this better place that you hold special. You are yourself outside the shell. Your life precedes the birth. Every sight, every smell, every taste...... and one memory can trigger a explosion of many more. And the people you meet become a part of this illusion... Part of this ever after fable... Another memory and another lost link waiting to be pieced back in...

Take away this emotion, take away the glossy eye stares into space and what do you have... What can you recall then... just passing of colors in the mind. A few strokes of light put together like a puzzle with no end. What is there to see? The conclusion would be that things would be a lot more clear. Things would be more understood. Was it all real? or was it just a great get-a-way from life created to shadow the life you wish did not exist. A magical romance that put you on a pedestal only to realize that the pedestal in the real world just wasn't there... take away all that jazz then....

But without the color... Without the spice.. Without the laughter and tears....call it a canvas of art.... or just strokes of genius put together by random movements of a man who can only see a star in the horizon, and not the vision of the world standing beside itself...