At some point I made up a lie that writing isn’t worthwhile.
A writer is meant to write. A painter is meant to paint. Same with musicians, dancers, actors, photographers.
This is my last sunset in Bali. But I don’t feel ready to leave!
I am on a scooter ride from the bustling city of Ubud back to the beach where I belong.
I am visiting a Balinese Spiritual Healer in Ubud.
I am hanging out on a white sandy beach in Nusa Lembongan, Bali with Macedonian and Dutch women travelers.
I am on a cliff side terrace overlooking the ocean.
Today is my birthday and I am 42 years old.
I had planned a trip to Bali for the month of December.
Artists provide incredible value to humanity.