There was a pretty ferocious storm a couple days ago in Hong Kong that damaged some of the infrastructure up on Mount Davis. The internet was down due to a lightning strike and water went off for a while. That's fine, yesterday I went to down to HK Island and worked from Pacific Coffee. I had to hurry to grab the shuttle down the mountain and didn't get my morning walk/run in, so I went around 11PM when I came back until I found a well lit place to jog back and forth on the mountain, and I came back at midnight.
I'm sweaty, exhausted, and I think - oh, I hope the water's back on... I should've checked...
I went to the shower, turned the nob, and... the water started. Good.
But no hot water for some reason. And it was quite cold.
At first I flinch and tense up a little bit as I step into the water, and then I think - why should I flinch? Mind over matter. This will be cold,. and I'll enjoy it anyways.
So I wet my hair from the cold water, methodically, smoothly, not rushing or hurrying or shying from the coldness.
I shampoo my hair, and wash it out, I step into the cold water and wash myself, and all of sudden it's almost enjoyable. It's still cold, but just - accepting that I'd be cold, it ceased to be bad. I showered off, and when I stepped out I'd never felt so strong and alive. I felt like one of those German barbarians that always gave the Romans so much trouble. The air felt pleasant as I stepped from the cold water, and I admired the view from the second floor of the building before getting dressed and doing some good work.
Yeah, it reminds me of the week I spent at Sziget Festival http://www.hungarotickets.com/sziget/en/home . It's on a small island in the middle of the Danubio River, Budapest. We were there with other 400.000 people. No hot water. After the first days, I got used to the cold. And walking around the island all the day, sleeping on the soil, having cold shower, I felt, by the end, stronger.
We have more resources than we think, that's why we survived after all.
Reminds me of the winter when I had no hot water. I couldn't be bothered to call a technician to fix it, so instead I showered in cold water. What gave me the inspiration was watching the video for "Singing in the Rain". I figured that showering in cold water is no worse than walking in the rain for a few minutes.
After trying it, I can say that it's no worse than stepping into a cold swimming pool. After a few seconds you become desensitized to the cold and the water feels fine.
Life is funny.
About 36 hours ago, I wrote "Steel on the Inside, Silk on the Outside."
I think most guys are afraid to do this – to wear light colors, to go to a spa, to being silly and lighthearted, these traditionally feminine things. I think most guys go out of their way to appear tough, rugged, macho. And you know why? I think it’s because most of ‘em are soft on the inside, scared, powerless, aimless.
My philosophy is be as strong as steel on the inside, and light and gentle like silk on the outside.
I don't think we ever truly loose our fear of the dark. We usually live in familiar places, surrounded by familiar things. This makes the dark secure. But when we come upon some place we have never been, we return back to our young selves, wishing we had any sort of illumination.
It was a late night. I work at a local diner, and there was some cleaning that needed to be done. By the time I finished it was already 11:15, so I was anxious to get home. Not wanting to wait, I decided to head down one of the side alleys that connect one street to another. They are rather thin here, the buildings sometimes so close that you could imagine someone simply opening a window and walking across with no trouble.
I hesitated at first. The alley was nearly completely dark, and in the city you cannot help but hear horror stories. About someone heading down a dark alley and something terrible happening to them. But I wasn't in the city, at least not really. And I really needed to be getting home.
I pulled myself together, then I stepped forward and started heading through. It was darker than it looked and seemed to curve a little, and I frequently found myself tripping over debris and brushing against the damp wall. Frustrated, I took out my cellphone and turned it around, using it as a makeshift flashlight. It took a moment for me to adjust to the harsh glare. It only took a second though for me to regret it.
I gasped, the air stuck in my throat. Less than a foot from me was a hunched over, dark skinned figure. Its skin was greyish in color, and slightly glassy, showing the black muscle underneath. It had oversized hands and feet, and there was a wet gleam to its flesh, its eyes the color of milk. It looked up at me and grimaced, its yellowing teeth rendered as sharp points. I began to stumble backwards, trying to head back the way I came. I turned around, only to find another one of those things curled against the wall. It was “the debris” I had tripped over before. It issued forth a strange, rhythmic grunting noise.