Hong Kong
Hong Kong knocked me down, just blew me away, swept away all my stereotypes and washed away the last of my inhumanity. Yes, exactly these moments.
Hong Kong for me is about people. Special, empathetic, kind, helpful, rescuing. Sometimes I was touched by how people communicate with each other, how happy elderly people are when talking in a subway car, how children get home on their own, and passers-by take care of them as if they were their own children, I saw love, I saw support, a lot of spontaneous joy, even happiness. That evening, lying in bed in a hotel, I cried from this, I cried from the happiness that surrounded me. I had already forgotten what a healthy society is, and what healthy interaction between people is.
I have only recently noticed that dehumanization is becoming the norm and I could not even identify it in myself. Until I learned the bitterness of my behavior with a loved one. But this experience of discovering my most secret and deep fears and distortions of humanity is especially valuable. Because I am not so old yet to regret the mistakes of the past without being able to correct them. I am young, as young as possible for my age and I am too young to be a life-weary old man who carries on his back a load of grievances, unfulfilled dreams of a better self, and due to inhumanity cannot forgive even himself.
I forgive myself for my actions, for my choices, for everything. I hug myself and my loved ones. I am grateful to those people who are in my life. And to the person, special, who shows me even better and more of me. Highlights my weak spots and strength.
#hongkong