I don’t know if I am even going to post this or if I am just writing it for my own cathartic release, but one of my good friends in Bali died on Monday.
She died in a very Bali way- a motor bike accident.
The people that we worked with are all in shock; our friends are devastated and I am sure that her family are beyond any feelings that they every imagined themselves feeling. And selfishly, all I can think about is I wish I was there, I wish I was in Bali with my friends, with people who are feeling the same way that I am right now. My friends in Australia are good, they are supportive and say the things that one is supposed to say in a situation like this but they are not the right things.
People who don’t travel, don’t really understand the bonds that you make with people you meet when you are away from home. You might spend every day with someone for months and months or you might have met them for 15 minutes at a party but when you are away from home these people become your family. They are the ones that you celebrate birthdays, Christmases and New Years with. They are the ones that hold your hand when you are scared or sick. They walk you back to your hostel when you have had too much to drink. They are there to be part of your ridiculous stories and they are there to recount them days, months or years later.
These are the people who change your life. The people who make you want to try to be a better person and see more of the beauty in the world.
This is for my friend whose passion and grace were taken too early from this world.