Or maybe less is more. But the more things change the more they remain they same. Or so it seems. Hell, I don’t know anymore. It’s all good, no complaints. This may be the worst start to a blog post in the history of poorly started blog posts here at LTG. So, let’s get on with it. Whatever it may be!

I’m reminded that time flies. It’s been 12 years since I played darts in this tournament in Seoul with one of my earliest dart mentors.

My life is pretty simple these days and that’s my choice. I have my routines and I’m maintaining a level of discipline that helps stave off getting lazy and completely unmotivated. I’m not unhappy with my choice to live here and although there are things I want and don’t have, it is easy to look around and see what a lucky bastard I truly am. Hell, I even have love in my life!

It gives me happiness to see how far Buddy has come from those first days after he was rescued from an abusive home and the trauma he experienced when he ran away from mine. He ain’t going anywhere now, that’s for sure.

Other dogs aren’t so lucky. Like this little guy:

I gave the pup some food and water this morning but it breaks my heart to see him like this. I’m thinking I’ll try and track down the owner and see if he is interested in selling his “pet”. Most dogs I see in these parts live a miserable life. You can’t save them all of course, but I might have room for one more in my house and in my heart.

And of course, I’m still walking my life away. A life I might not have if I wasn’t walking to maintain it. I guess that’s what you call a win-win. Yesterday I was out and about with the Wednesday Walkers group.

And that brings you up to date on my so-called life. More or less.

I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know – unless it be to share our laughter.

We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.

For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves.”

― James Kavanaugh

UPDATE: Well I’ll be damned. I used the “More or Less” title once before in September 2013. It was a post about my darting exploits back when I was living (part time) in the USA. A lifetime ago.

*Actually, I do know her name but out of respect for her privacy, I’ve deleted it from this post. The picture of me and Petro will remain. And just for the record, a polite request goes a lot further with me than a rude demand.

A nice Hash yesterday. It was good to see Salty Cum (aka Marissa) make a rare appearance. She’s actually quite the trooper, nary a complaint on trail. We even climbed two mountains! Might be I’ll turn her into a walkaholic yet! Here’s some photos:

Anyway, it was a pretty nice Hash day.

This morning I convinced Marissa to walk back to her place on the recently discovered trail affectionately known as “my bitch”. So, I guess you could say I walked with my bitch on my bitch. Eh, maybe that wouldn’t be good to say. Seriously, I was impressed to see Marissa at least making an effort to be part of my non-drinking life.

Anyway, I have no illusions about the future and her role in it. It is what it is. And what it is is better than nothing. For now at least.

Here comes Johnny and he’ll tell you the story
Hand me down my walkin’ shoes
Here comes Johnny with the power and the glory
Backbeat the talkin’ blues

He got the action, he got the motion
Yeah, the boy can play
Dedication, devotion
Turning all the night time into the day

He do the song about the sweet lovin’ woman
He do the song about the knife
He do the walk, he do the walk of life

I’ll just drop this here to rub it in for all you folks experiencing winter. Or walking in the rain. (Sorry Kevin. I wrote that line before reading about your mini-disaster/major disappointment).

But seriously, the weather has been great these past few weeks. Mid-80s with a comfortable breeze is about as pleasant as it gets in these parts. Come March it will warm up and then I’ll start looking forward to rainy season.

Not bragging or complaining, just sayin’.

In photographs!

This ain’t a song for the broken-hearted
No silent prayer for the faith-departed
I ain’t gonna be just a face in the crowd
You’re gonna hear my voice
When I shout it out loud

It’s my life
It’s now or never
I ain’t gonna live forever
I just want to live while I’m alive
(It’s my life)
My heart is like an open highway
Like Frankie said,
“I did it my way.”
I just wanna live while I’m alive
It’s my life