The Empty Road

When the week starts on a Tuesday, I have to admit it feels almost like cheating. A little extra room before the rhythm takes hold. A long way to go, but this week, I hope to take real steps in my new form. It’s time to keep learning and moving forward.

The rain has been relentless this past month, and while today is still cloudy, at least it’s not raining. It’s a welcome change, even if it’s small.

Time to train. Time to move forward. Time to appreciate whatever moments this journey has to offer.

Today unfolded like a simple day. Nothing dramatic. Everything that was meant to happen, happened. The road ahead felt wide, empty, and open, stretching to the horizon. I enjoyed the day, though a couple of things made my blood pressure rise.

First, there was a post on FIB. Someone claiming moral superiority for using no AI in their content creation. It didn’t sit well with me. The post felt like a soapbox, an easy way to claim intelligence by putting others down. It’s a tired act, really. I’m not sure why it bothered me, considering the author is just another Bali fish swimming in a polluted pond. An echo chamber of half-baked gossip, serving only a few.

Maybe it’s the reminder of everything that felt fake there — the lies people tell to feel relevant, while polluting the very space they need to survive.

The second moment was a text from an acquaintance, claiming she’d found purpose in her Kung Fu journey after meeting three American healers. Honestly, it means nothing to me, but it stirs up old memories — memories of what was, or at least what I had to pretend to be to fit in.

I’d like to say it doesn’t matter, but it does. Those people, their self-centered modes of thinking, they drive me mad. The self-assurance to believe your own lies. It has to be pure delusion.