Life. Time.

"Sarah, raise your legs", I said in a commanding voice to the girl in front of me, and she obliged.

She and I were chilling in a hostel isolated up in the mountains far from everywhere. I had been travelling alone for weeks and I missed my girlfriend very much.

Sarah is an awesome woman who had served me cigarettes and beer whenever I asked. Maybe because I am such a charming person but probably because she worked at the hostel and I paid. She sat in her hammock looking at me curiously with her legs now facing forward at my request.

"Might be poisonous" I warned, and pointed towards the pretty big spider crawling beneath her where her feet just had been.

You can't see them, but there are a lot of spiders in this picture.

It wasn't by choice I was travelling alone. Sofia and I had just begun our planned travel along the Panamamerican Highway when her mom passed away and she had to fly home.

Then her dad died. Then her aunt.

Losing the larger part of your family in a few months changes anyone, if nothing else it confirms how short and fragile life is. In a little more than a hundred years, everyone currently alive today will be gone. Everyone.

The excellent but rarely updated blog WaitButWhy has a great post about visualizing lifespan by representing every month or week with a box. Looking at a chart with every month laid out in front of you and life looks incredibly short. A month passes so quickly, how am I going to accomplish anything at all when time only seems to accelerate?

Here is my time on this planet in months, my past and an unknown future:

It is time to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life. It will probably take the rest of my life to do that. Until then me and the lovely LongboardLady will ride our bicycles.

Unless I already understood the secret of life when I was 1 year old. It sure looks like it.

Naked with a drink in hand.