Clouds and blue skies alternated.
Suddenly, some loose dots from the past were connected to the present moment.
And from this came a great realization for Bodhilama.
He couldn't write about it now.
Yet, he was so excited. Everything made so much sense.
And now he was looking forward to going back to Planet108 even more.
"Uah, there are still some things that need to be done
I think it will take some time.
It's important that I prepare well for this trip.
Okay, lets see."
He pulled out hi task list.
"Chain strategy...
...check.
Sell my Cave, puuuh...
...maybe later.
Writing...
...I am doing.
Enjoying Life...
...check.
Packing my stuff...
...can do it later.
Attending the Planthing...
...still have time.
Saying goodbye to the honey queen...
...I'll see her on the Planthing.
Thinking about what to put on the tasklist...
...yeah, this I can do over time.
So, actually there is not that much to do.
Nooooow, I could take a nap or dance?"
Some music started to play.
Bodhilama began to rock back and forth on his feet.
"I going to miss this place. It was an amazing time here.
So many learnings. So much fun.
Found some good friends."
The movements of his feet got bigger and bigger.
Now he also began to move his arms to the rhythm of the music.
"And this Cave, maaaaan.
Such a good Life.
Don't know if I can find something like that back home."
He was already starting to use his hips
when he suddenly froze.
"But how do I go back?
I remember he said something.
I have to take the right track.
Otherwise it will get complicated."
With his finger to his mouth, he thought.
"How did I get here again?
Over the mountains, that's for sure.
And there's this thing behind them.
The city, of course. I haven't been there since I came here.
Duuude, that was an adventure, holy shit."
He looked up at the ceiling and began to grunt.
"Aaaah, I have to find this guy with the cart.
He was so weird, but okay.
Yeah, I think I know the direction,
Yet, I also have to figure out on the go."
He shrugged his shoulders and began to swing his hips wildly.
With dancing feet,
Bodhilama
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A guy who felt the urge to write, because nothing else made any sense.
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A solar punk finding his way on the game's journey of life.
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