Typing in the Dark

Admittedly feeling quite out-of-touch from the blogging world and the blogs I used to frequent so... uh, frequently before my one week trip where I abandoned them for a higher pleasure. And I feel deliriously happy.

And it's strange that I felt so at home in a foreign land. I've found that I understand spoken Mandarin if I condition my mind into such a state that I hardly think of the listening process. That way, the words fall into my sub-conscience and make 50% more sense than if I were to stare and crack my brain trying to catch every word. Perhaps, it's more natural to perceive in this way. Perhaps, the wisdom of one's previous existences is lodged in his sub-conscience.

Hardly deja vu, but a sense of deep comfort knowing that you've (I've) been here (there) before. Inner peace is the goal of a humble traveller, through conditioning of the mind in the words of the Buddha.

Time waits as I ponder on how to share my adventures with you, the readers of this jamming blog. For if anything, this trip has made me discover the artistic side of myself, spiritually and mentally enlightening. Oh words are indeed insufficient to be put into.

For one, I am torn between transcribing my joy in artistic form, where I focus on the sights and sounds that touched my heart and the thoughts that went through my head, in brief clusters; or the more conventional scientific form, the chronological way, where on what day I did what, ate what, walked where and slept how.

Throughout the decades we have lived, one life after another, accumulating knowledge, sights and sounds from various places and various people in various times. And there will one day start your (my) life with a state of strong awareness, an awakening brought on by previous learnings, that I will finally know and speak of the truth.

But for know, my adventure in life continues. A student. A son. A songwriter. A traveller.

Humbly awakened.