...and to the sea I shall return

As I approach my 40th birthday I've already had dreams, well, more like nightmares, about dying and not having accomplished everything I want to accomplish.  There are so many places on my "to do" list that I feel I may simply run out of time.  I am not sure if this is part of the "mid-life crisis" thing or not.  I remember seeing a bumper sticker a long time ago that said "He who dies with the most toys wins."  Of course it was attached to a big-ass luxury SUV, towing a mini-yacht, in my oh so plastic city of Miami.  For me it is more like " he who visits the most places wins".   I've seen a lot of crazy things in a lot of far flung places but there is so much more I want to experience.  There are those who are afflicted by "the senseless need to acquire", or SNA as my partner calls it,  but I feel fortunate to suffer from wanderlust.   

Today I was reviewing my iPhoto pics to update  Facebook when I came across these that were shot in Bali last year.  They were the inspiration for this posting.  I have seen them hundreds of times but today they took on a different meaning.   I was walking the beach with my partner after having spent an amazing afternoon lounging at KuDeTa (see previous post) and suddenly had to take a piss.  My partner snapped the pics of me in the water, as well as my footprints upon leaving.  I guess it's a modern interpretation of the immortal poem, "Footprints in the Sand", made famous by Mary Stevenson.  

 Being a Cancer,  I've always been drawn to the water and in fact, I cannot imagine not living by the sea.   I know that one day this wonderful life I have will come to end and a new one will begin.  When this day comes my wish is to be be cremated and have my ashes spread across the Mediterranean....and to the sea I shall return.