“Everywhere is somewhere, baby, so can’t you see we’re in the middle of somewhere
Nowhere just means knowing nothing, of where you've been or where you're going,
feels farther.” - All or Nothing, Au Revoir Simone
If you want to lose yourself, live on an island forever.
If you want to find yourself, visit one.
Sometime we listen too loudly to everything else that we cannot hear ourselves. Islands have a way of stilling the mind. The waves of the shores hush the voices in our heads and we hear silence.
Shay and I landed on the shores of Koh Phangan, sore from jungle trekking in the north, but excited for the full moon party. The transition was stark. Our second day on the island an infection on my foot had become so painful I had to go into the clinic. A thai doctor did surgery and prescribed me tylenol.
The next twenty-four hours were some of the hardest of my life - sitting on the island with inescapable pain. Shay was great and distracted me with company and jokes and music. But at the end of the day, I was an island - trying to hold on to the mainland, but knowing I had to be still, to cope, to lift myself up and be strong.
I learned: the land is our friend and the ocean our transport, but we are all islands, every single one of us.