Friday, June 20, 2014

Stories Vol 8: Better Than


Music has played such an incredible role while I've traveled. I'm not someone that always has it playing or rather always needs it playing. At home I use it to draw energy for a rough day, to find peace in a stress filled day, to inspire me, to empower me when faced with disruption.

 

The day I left Koh Tao was no different. With bags packed and iPod out, I pressed play on Jason Mraz. Having had 5 days to reflect and clear my head, I was ready to move forward and start a new. With the help of the upbeat vocals of Jason Mraz blaring through my earbuds, I charged forward down towards the pier. I stopped only for a bite to eat and a quick bit of time to jot down my parting thoughts. Having spent so much time reflecting, I wanted to save all of the details for future use.

 

The process of getting to my next was quite the ordeal and required a boat, then bus, a stop in Phuket town and then finally a boat again. With Jason Mraz still blaring into my ears, I joined the queue of travelers waiting for the boat. I was hell bent on making sure I did not get stuck in the closed off area in the base of the boat. I had gotten such horrible motion sickness on the way to koh Tao that I refused to relive it.

 

Sitting there gazing out at the pier at all of the boats, I found myself eaves dropping on the 19 year old British and Australian kids waiting around me. They bantered back and forth, ripping into each other with joke after joke. It was clear that they had met while traveling and formed a caravan. I listened attentively as the male part of the group from the UK began recounting the previous night. Apparently one of the guys, who still had not showed up this morning, had gotten blazed to the point where he kept losing his alcohol. The way they painted him was as if he was this hilariously pathetic airhead.

 

With each jab at the absent kid, two Australian girls would chime in that they just loved Olli and that he truly was a loveable twat. Dumb as fuck but that's why he's loveable. After about fifteen minutes of this, one of them finally shouts, "I think that's Oliver." I look to my left at the beach pier and there walks a guy maybe 19 or 20 with what I would describe as a typical Irish decent. Dark hair, green eyes and what I would presume is a fairly white complexion (he was quite pink from a day or two long in the sun for me to be certain). His hair was in shambles and he looked like shit. Most definitely hung over.

 

"Where's your bag, Olli." Screams one of the girls.

 

With a slap to his forehead, he turns around and starts sprinting down the pier. He most definitely had a good night I think to myself. The kid had forgotten his bag in the taxi and the boat was gearing up to board.  As he walks back, the sight is reminiscent of a cowering puppy, ashamed of what he had done. What is funny is that this isn't an unusual sight when traveling in hostels in an area frequented by the British on gap year. (gap year is the year after the first year of college)

 

Had I been at the same hostel with them two years ago, I would have joined in and ripped shots to the bloody end. I would have partied like the best of them.  However, the more and more I see these university students, the more and more I realize that I don't enjoy that anymore. I don't enjoy that the purpose of the night is to get drunk. Sure I like to drink and have a good time, but the purpose of the night has changed. I want to make memories not forget them in the haze of a hangover.

 

With that thought on my mind, I begin to board the boat. Suddenly the lyrics of Jason Mraz are no longer a fit for my mood. All I want to do is listen to something that is motivating, something that will ignite the drive I had before things took a turn for the worse in November. As I walk the stairs to the outdoor deck of the boat, I scroll through the list of artists on my iPod.

 

Curtis Mayfield… Dave Matthews…. Janis Joplin. No nothing was right and then I saw it. John Butler Trio. That's it, that's perfect. This particular group was actually a find from one of my favorite college friends, Megan Arzbaecher. She had loaded my iPod up with their albums, the spring of my junior year. I had completely forgotten I had them on it until that moment on the boat. I scrolled to the only song I wanted to hear while I departed the island I had spent so much me time reflecting on the past few years.

 


Better Than ~John Butler Trio


All you want is
What you can't have
And if you just look around man
You see you got magic
So just sit back and relax
Enjoy it while you still have it
Don't look back on life and only see tragic

 
 
 

Because you could be better than that
Don't let it get the better of you
What could be better than now
Life's not about what's better than
You can be better than that
Don't let it get the better of you
What could be better than now
Life's not about what's better
 

 
 

All the time while you're looking away
There are things you can do man
There's things you can say
To the ones your with
With whom you're spending today
Get your gaze off tomorrow
And come what may

 
 
Because you could be better than that
Don't let it get the better of you
What could be better than now
Life's not about what's better than
You can be better than that
Don't let it get the better of you
What could be better than now
Life's not about what's better

 

All I know is sometimes things can be hard
But you should know by now
They come and they go
So why, Oh why
Do I look to the other side
Cos I know the grass is greener but
Just as hard to mow
Life's not about what's better than

 

All you want is
What you can't have
And if you just look around man
You see you got magic
So just sit back and relax
Enjoy it while you still have it
Don't look back on life and only see tragic


(Repeat)

 
Because you could be better than that
Don't let it get the better of you
What could be better than now
Life's not about what's better than
You can be better than that
Don't let it get the better of you
What could be better than now
Life's not about what's better than

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