Left Thailand. Left LA. Go San Francisco.

It’s Monday.
It’s January.

I’m in Los Angeles. Just a couple days ago, I was in Thailand.

I woke up this morning feeling incredibly depressed. I went to bed last night feeling that way too.

Three months ago, I woke up one morning on a day not unlike today, feeling depressed as well. And I made and followed through on a decision that I believe changed my life forever, the repercussions of which I will feel for a long time.

That morning, I also made the decision to see as many of my family and friends as I could. To go travel. To go have a series of adventures. To go live.

And so I did.

I was driving back from dinner last night with one of the best persons I have ever known, my buddy Tad. Every moment with him is an adventure. He is the reason why I love San Francisco so much, and why I ultimately moved there. Even dinner last night was an adventure. It was no ordinary place we dined. It was a tiny restaurant, a single room with a kitchen in the back, a motorcycle in between the tables, where Manny Pacquiao frequents for authentic Thai food, right next to his gym.

I have been on an incredibly epic journey. And I have been feeling and living the highest of highs every day, every moment since.

Coming down from a three month high seeing so many of my family and friends, being in one city, then the next, leaving the country… and then… The realization of what’s next hit me. All this fun – like seriously the best natural high I’ve ever experienced – was in my rearview mirror.

Now it’s at an end. The sun was setting on this journey.

I was thinking all these things as I was walking to Huckleberry for lunch. On 11th crossing the light to get to the other side of Wilshire in Santa Monica, when I heard a voice I had not heard in 25 years. “Cecil? Is that you?!?” There she was, my old friend Aimee from high school, in her car with her little girl! Our families lived on the same street growing up. We rode the bus together on the way to school. Is there someone in your life, or someone who was in your life, where every single memory you have of him/her is a good one? My memories of Aimee was that. We had become FaceBook friends quite some time ago, but had yet to actually meet up. On this random Monday, when I most needed a friendly face, we met; and I got to also meet her beautiful little two-year-old girl.

And so we drove around the block for 45 minutes. And it was as if we had only seen each other last week, instead of two and a half decades. It was as if we were only just getting on the bus like we had many times before. And I loved every bit of it.

If someone ever tells you they don’t believe each of us has a purpose, don’t believe them. We all do. We are all meant to do great things. And some of those things may be a simple and small thing. Some of those things may seem like a random occurance when in actuality they are part of a much bigger plan. It is true what they say, I believe people come into each other’s lives for a reason. And they come when they are most needed.

Today, I needed to spend time with a dear friend. And that friend materialised in the form of someone I hadn’t seen in years, as dear to me today as she was yesterday.

Seven hours later, I was home in Sausalito. And there Taylor was at the door to greet me as if I had only left for a few minutes instead of a couple weeks.

Time to make a difference in someone’s life.


Go Adventure. Go Travel. Go Live.

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