[ Mirleft, Morocco ]
On this beautiful January 1st, 2015—sitting half a stone’s throw from the clear, crashing, blue-green surf of the Atlantic Ocean—I’d like to wish everyone an unexpected, challenging, mind-expanding 2015.
Yeah, I know: heartfelt or not, it sounds a lot like blah, blah, blah. Fine. So, in more characteristic transglobaliste style, allow me to share with you my fucking list of fucking wishes for a Happy Fucking 2015.
May you quit obsessing over the past and future, and live in the fucking present
May you move beyond all that useless self-loathing and cut yourself some fucking slack
May humility explode your world-view into a million fucking shards of empathy, compassion, and community
May your fucking demons be vanquished and your dragons be fucking slain (or tamed, whichever you find fucking appropriate or necessary)
May your health be absofuckinglutely excellent
May you buy fewer fucking things, spending your fucking money on experiences instead
May your prejudices reveal themselves, subsequently biting you on the fucking ass repeatedly and hard (leaving bloody, painful marks so you don’t forget how fucking stupid they were to begin with)
May you have tons of fucking fun, and not get fucking caught doing so
May you be the fucking change you fucking hope to see in the world (which is not a fucking quote by Gandhi, just FYI)
And just to tie it up in a ribbon and put a bow on it, here’s hoping for peace on earth, good will towards wo|men, and all that jazz.
Love & Kisses,
—the fucking Transglobalist
This post’s featured image is how my day, and 2014, ended: the last sliver of the last sunset of the last day of the year. Below is how that same day began, many hours and 180km earlier, somewhere near Tafraoute, in the Atlas Mountains:
My soundtrack for the past couple of weeks has heavily featured the album “In Morocco” by Telemachus. I recommend it highly. One of the tracks is Mirleft, where the album was made, and where I’ve been staying for over a month: