I've been in Kuching for almost two weeks now and it has been almost the same amount of time since my last blog entry. I've done some pretty typical tourist stuff Visiting the national parks, climbing into caves, eating ice-cream at 7/11, visiting museums, ripping hard on the shisha, and getting stomach flu.
I could have chose to write up a blog post about each of those things but then that would be boring and slightly vain. Instead I want to write about how I went to Mcdonalds today. I say this because despite the other things I mentioned earlier because of the strange 'revelation' I had while sitting on the first floor staring out the window. I have had a few small discoveries while sitting at Maccas but this one was a bit more beyond discovering the beef was way too salty.
I popped on over with my chromebook and memory card to go a bit of post processing. Normally I would have gone with a flat white but because this is South East Asia, an ice latte ingested through the mouth is my preferred form of delivery of the legal stimulant.
I set myself up on the first floor, overlooking a busy intersection outside, took a few sips and began my work. After about 30 minutes, I was moving a batch of photos over to Google drive and let my attention wander out the window while I was waiting.
The next 1 1/2 hours passed by like I had just ingested 100mg of ecstacy and makes for poor reading. All I can say is that I did not process any of my photos but instead sat there typing out some amazing bangers and staring out the window feeling really good about myself.
Here are a few of them
"Love is self generated. A lot of people are mistaken in thinking it can be sought externally."
"Vanity is a temporary solution to existential anxiety... without the recognition of others, who are you really?"
"When a person has goodness within themselves, actions of this (good) nature will occur naturally"
"There's a point where you realise that the main thing preventing you from being happy and achieving inner peace are your own thoughts "
I typed out a little under 1000 words, mostly in relation to matters of my interpretation of a spiritual life and how one ought to conduct their life which I will spare the good people of this earth from (for now).
Sometimes the best things are so basic. I can see why sitting around and smoking (or just sitting around) is the unofficial national past-time of Indonesia.
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