Back to Hell

I have set my personal message cute kitten sleeping on an equally dormant car's boot on messenger to “taking a cold shower to get into zombie mode again..”. I did this because that’s just how I feel. I’ve lived for 12 days moderately (let’s not forget it’s Zetto we are talking about) to the fullest: met lots of friends, relatives, travelled to several places. However, there are some things I regret I haven’t done (for example saying a few words at the right moment). But that’s just how it is, I guess.
 
Good-bye familiar world, I’m back to the foreign, unfamiliar, grey unknown territory. Physically and mentally I’ll be at a different place. Welcome back, zombie days..
 
That’s how you fight against deprivation from everything you know: getting dormant. Although it’s painful at first, it’s working. On the long run, it’s a hell, really. I know.
 
To match the mental pain, some sense of inflicting and getting damage physically could be a great kind of solution. That’s why I decided to start karate again. It’s going to take some time before I manage to “heat up the water” (it was about one year ago that I gave it up due to moving to a foreign country) but as long as at least semi-contact hits and kicks are included, I don’t mind. Full contact would be the best however. Shame on me, Shotokan is not about open aggression and giving out your frustration..
 
I’ll get along. Somehow 🙂

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