Who would have thought, that moving to this town would not be as easy as imagined.
Body weight dropping from 47kg to 43kg was something really unexpected, and worrying too. That’s why I had decided to stop following what people here usually do, and returned to the way how I lived through each day in PJ. A few days ago, I had breached 45kg. My health is better now, able to withstand flu without Vitamin C tablets.
Not being able to do what I can do, can be quite testing to the bone. Doing instead the things that I had no whatsoever experience about, are even more testing to my DNA. Seems like I’m getting more derailed than ever.
It’s not that easy conquering a tradition. A tradition born out of a custom, which was born out of convenience. A tradition which has defined an identity, and shaped a culture of near-stagnancy.
How do I see myself in everything that surrounds me here? It can be very frustrating, sometimes. By identifying the common point in everything, it seems that I am serving as an auxiliary for the moment. This puts things into perspective for me, and it’s all about kairos that I have to wait for.
And I need a lot of pistis, elpis and agapé too.
