A Life Well Lived
Every once in a while, as I walk the side streets of Boquete, I get a sudden sense of déjà vu. It only lasts a few seconds and typically I don't even know what it was that brought up the feeling. Was it a fellow walker? A flower I didn't even truly notice as I passed? A familiar sound that entered my mind but just as quickly fled? An image that hit strangely close to an image from a past stroll? Whatever it is/was, the sense is always gone in a flash.
But those few fleeting seconds where I'm reminded of that something familiar, intimate, pleasant - they're fucking glorious.
And although I never truly know what or why, I'm fully aware that it stems from a life well lived.