Being away from your city for 2 weeks and longer can have a really great impact on one’s life. My life, actually, if that was not to be generalised. You’ll get to see different things under different light, to experience different ways of life, to learn things you’ll never be able to stuck back at home, and to have time to think about things you ususally wouldn’t.
The 2 weeks mock seclusion life style i had back in China was influential down to the smallest details of life. It seemed like a truely heart and mind cleansing trip, for i learnt to put a lot of things down. Worldly affairs seems too exaggerated a phrase/description, but i did manage to kick a lot of bad habits which i’ve accumulated knowingly and unknowingly over the years. Fahrenheit, Arron, Leo, Tatsuya etc etc. If there is to be a single thing i’m really grateful for, it would have to be how the trip saved me from the realm of silly kiddish idolism. It is true that i learnt a lot from them, and i am immensely grateful for the way they give me strength in my weakest times, but dependence on them will ultimately turn out more like smokers hooked onto filthy tar than toddlers on mothers’ arms for walking support.
In addition, long overseas trips will definitely be nothing short of self-discovery and the best mental nourishment. This i suppose is really self-explanatory, and my totally weary and shagged state at this present moment would not permit more detailed elaborations which i would have loved to think of but not jot down in black and white.
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